THE GALLERY OF PIGEONS. (A CONCEIT.) DAME FANCY has a gallery Half-open to the garden-breeze ;— Be-set with oleander-trees, Slender, thick and blossomy. 'Tis all built up aloft-so high, It seems a bridge across the sky; And down below, in lawns and leas, And hills and dales, and plesaunces, And corn and dingles of golden rye, B Around the columns, scroll'd about,— I trow a pleasant pictury,— Is writ whilere how it fell out That Jove, whom pretty dreams did flout, And thence in a rosy and golden shower And flower of luce and lovelily ; So to your right the gallery thro' With vermeil perch and silver trout That nude a nymph, the gold drops shaking Out her hair, is just forsaking, Light her step the long reeds breaking, Fresh i' the flushes of the river. |