Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Lurking in the shadows is the anonymity of night; of darkness. Our Nightingale Necklace symbolizes just that. Two layers of vintage brass chains intertwining to make one glorious piece. The top layer measures 15 inches and the bottom is 30. All hardware is 100% brass.
Handmade in Canada