Urn Studs

$250.00
About Details Inspiration

"Urn" is derived from the Latin word "Uro" meaning "to burn". For millenia, urns have served as sacred vessels to contain our inevitable dust. They've appeared in countless memento mori scenes as a classic symbol of mourning. These hand-carved urn studs, cast in warm 10k yellow gold, are handmade by our friends at Goldengrove Jewelry in Brooklyn. They're sold as a pair. 

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  • Made in Brooklyn by Goldengrove jewelry.
  • Materials: 10k gold fronts, 14k posts and backs.
  • Measurements: urns are 3/8" tall.  



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Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
 
   Spring and Fall: to a Young Child

 

   Margaret, are you grieving
   Over Goldengrove unleaving?
   Leaves, like the things of man, you
   With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
   Ah! as the heart grows older
   It will come to such sights colder
   By and by, nor spare a sigh
   Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
   And yet you will weep and know why.
   Now no matter, child, the name:
   Sorrow's springs are the same.
   Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
   What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
   It is the blight man was born for,
   It is Margaret you mourn for.

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Allow 2-3 weeks for delivery of this piece, which will be made just for you.

About Details Inspiration

"Urn" is derived from the Latin word "Uro" meaning "to burn". For millenia, urns have served as sacred vessels to contain our inevitable dust. They've appeared in countless memento mori scenes as a classic symbol of mourning. These hand-carved urn studs, cast in warm 10k yellow gold, are handmade by our friends at Goldengrove Jewelry in Brooklyn. They're sold as a pair. 

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more

  • Made in Brooklyn by Goldengrove jewelry.
  • Materials: 10k gold fronts, 14k posts and backs.
  • Measurements: urns are 3/8" tall.  



less
more
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
 
   Spring and Fall: to a Young Child

 

   Margaret, are you grieving
   Over Goldengrove unleaving?
   Leaves, like the things of man, you
   With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
   Ah! as the heart grows older
   It will come to such sights colder
   By and by, nor spare a sigh
   Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
   And yet you will weep and know why.
   Now no matter, child, the name:
   Sorrow's springs are the same.
   Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
   What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
   It is the blight man was born for,
   It is Margaret you mourn for.

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