N DAME FANCY has a gallery Half-open to the garden-breeze ;— Around it runs a balcony Be-set with oleander-trees, 'Tis all built up aloft—so high, And down below, in lawns and leas, To where the moorland meets the sky. 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. |