The Dragon-fly, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
- 4" x 2.75"
- Single-mold made, gunmetal dark grey, zinc belt buckle base
- Paint, brass finding