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RUSH PROCESSING All of our pieces are handmade to order & generally take 3 business days to complete before shipping. If you would like to rush your order, please do so when selecting your shipping method at checkout. After each shipping method you will either see "[+3 Business Day Processing]" or "[Next Day Processing]", please select accordingly. EVERYTHING WE DO IS HANDMADE, PLEASE KEEP in MIND THERE MAY BE SLIGHT VARIANCES in COLOR & STAIN PATTERNS (BOTH FRAME & PRINT). - Frame Styles: Unframed Print (Available in 8 x 10; 8.5 x 11; 11 x 14): Hand-aged print mounted on backing board in a protective plastic sleeve. (Shipped in a sturdy-mailer) - The Fitzgerald: Hand-aged print mounted in a minimalistic 8 x 10 rustic wood frame. - The Frost: Due to formatting The Frost is not available for this print. - The Hemingway: Hand-aged 11 x 14 print mounted in a minimalistic rustic wood frame. - The Thoreau: Hand-aged 8.5 x 11 print suspended in between two sheets of glass & framed in minimalistic rustic wood. - The Orwell: Hand-aged 8 x 10 print mounted in a beautiful multi-depth barnwood style frame. (11 x 13 total frame size.) - The Emerson: Hand-aged 11 x 14 print mounted in a beautiful multi-depth barnwood style frame. (14 x 17 total frame size.) Print Description: "The Stolen Child" by W.B. Yeats. The print is created using high quality fade-resistant pigment-based inks in the traditional turn of the century typewriter style. The print paper is aged by hand through our own multi-staged process. Please note, the pictures are taken without glass in the frame so you can pick up on the detail, but be assured glass is included. (Keep in mind, each print might look a little different since each print is made to order.) - Gift Wrap 5): - Brown paper & string. Just message us what you would like typed for the TO: & FROM: for the gift tag! - Poem Text: - The Stolen Child Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys & of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters & the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands & mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To & fro we leap & chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles & anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters & the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, in pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout & whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away,
