This batch of cold processed soap turned out so beautifully and has such a hauntingly clean fragrence, sort of masculine, I thought it would be perfectly paired with a poem from William Yeats.
Full of sleep
and nodding by the fire
Take down this book
And slowly read
And of their shadows deep
How many loved
your moments of glad grace
And loved
your beauty with false but true
loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the signs
of your changing face
And bending down
beside the glowing bars
"How love fled
And paced above
the mountains overhead
And his face amingst
a cloud of stars"
Find this soap at www.paradiseessentials.etsy.com
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