Over the mossy walls,
Above the slumbering fields
Where yet the ground no fruitage yields,
Save as the sunlight falls
In dreams of harvest-yellow,
What voice remembered calls, -
So bubbling fresh, so soft and mellow?
A darting, azure-feathered arrow
From some lithe sapling's bow-curve, fleet
The bluebird, springing light and narrow,
Sings in flight, with gurglings sweet:
"Out of the South I wing,
Blown on the breath of Spring:
The little faltering song
That in my beak I bring
Some maiden shall catch and sing,
Filling it with the longing
And the blithe, unfettered thronging
Of her spirit's blossoming.
--George Parsons Lathrop
Máire and her little bluebird are one of a kind art dolls.
They are handcrafted from natural fibres (with the exception of Máire's wings). Máire has a wire armature, and she sits separately from the nest, so she can be gently repositioned or displayed on her own. The Bluebird can also be taken off of her branch. Máire is wearing a hand dyed & felted silk dress with a tiny antique cotton hankie. Her wool cap is hand embroidered. Her hair is made form hand dyed mohair locks. Together this piece measures 10" x 12"