Personalised Irish Poetry Pencils

Description

Irish Poetry Gift

Beautiful handmade Irish gifts for the poet in your life. A wonderful Irish poetry gift.

The famous Irish Poems used for your pencils are:

CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. “- by WB Yeats

WHEN YOU ARE OLD

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. “- by WB Yeats

OH, CALL IT BY SOME BETTER NAME

“Oh, call it by some better name, For Friendship sounds too cold, While Love is now a worldly flame, Whose shrine must be of gold: And Passion, like the sun at noon, That burns o’er all he sees, Awhile as warm will set as soon- Then call it none of these. Imagine something purer far, More free from stain of clay Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are, Yet human, still as they: And if thy lip, for love like this, No mortal word can frame, Go, ask of angels what it is, And call it by that name!” by Thomas Moore

MY DOVE, MY BEAUTIFUL ONE

“My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes. The odorous winds are weaving a music of sighs: Arise, arise, My dove, my beautiful one! I wait by the cedar tree, My sister, my love, White breast of the dove, My breast shall be your bed. The pale dew lies Like a veil on my head. My fair one, my fair dove, Arise, arise!” by James Joyce

DRY BE THAT TEAR

“DRY be that tear, my gentlest love, Be hushed that struggling sigh; Nor seasons, day, nor fate shall prove, More fixed, more true, than I. Hushed be that sigh, be dry that tear; Cease, boding doubt; cease, anxious fear— Dry be that tear. Ask’st thou how long my love shall stay, When all that’s new is past? How long? Ah! Delia, can I say, How long my life shall last? Dry be that tear, be hushed that sigh; At least I’ll love thee till I die” by Richard Brinsley Sheridan (shortened version of the whole poem)

GIFT WRAPPING

You can have your poetry pencils gift wrapped in a page from an Irish Atlas, the page will be picked at random and the wrapping is finished with a gift tag and bakers twine.

MATERIALS

HB 3 sided timber pencils FSC certified, from sustainable forests.
Each pencil is sealed with a hard wearing matt varnish that prevents the text from fading. Your box is also sealed with the same professional varnish.

DIMENSIONS

Pencil Length 17.5 cm
Black Gift Box Dimensions 20 cm x 4.5 cm x 2.9 cm

Handmade in Ireland by six0six design