May work thee good - may work thee ill.
Neither substance quite, nor shadow,
Haunting lonely moor and meadow,
Dancing by the haunted spring,
Riding on the whirlwind's wing;
Every change of human passion,
While o'er our frozen minds they pass,
Like shadows from the mirror'd glass.
Wayward, fickle, is our mood,
Happier than brief-dated man,
Living ten times o'er his span;
Far less happy, for we have
Help nor hope beyond the brave!
- Sir Walter Scott
This beautiful hand wire wrapped necklace is in adoration of the essence a faery must give off in order for some humans to see them. Delightful browns and golds illuminate from this fantastic piece.