Minstrels

William Wordsworth

The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.

Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.

And who but listened?—till was paid
Respect to every inmate's claim,
The greeting given, the music played
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And "Merry Christmas" wished to all.

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The Verry Merry Hoot!

Made in sterling silver by hand. No ready made components used. 

Dimensional, layered and cute. 

Adorned with Crimson Garnet, Peridot and Chrome Diopside. 

Circlet diameter: 35 mm

Chain: 18"

I offer them Today only and they ship in 7 working days. 

Enjoy!

Lily