The Picture Gallery
The Picture Gallery.
Too many dimpled smiles embalm this tomb
Where leisured courtiers, laced with gems,
Sharing a haunt of immortality, await
The fable of a prince's kiss to wake them.
A princess wrapped in a myth of Diana
Smiles through a glade of revels; horses shy
At someone in the shade, a nymph or maid
Crushed in the evergreen grass, assumes a sigh.
Trespassing a privilege of time to choose
It's cast, the visitor seems an immigrant of death.
Wandering with uneasy peace this catacomb of art
And wondering at the warmth of his own breath.