THE PROSPECT.
O wondrous delight of a window
A fair three stories high,
With its view to the southward and west,
And its limitless boon of sky!
A fair three stories high,
With its view to the southward and west,
And its limitless boon of sky!
With its murmur and coo of pigeons,
Settling upon the roof—
And a distant stir that betokens
A world that is well aloof!
Settling upon the roof—
And a distant stir that betokens
A world that is well aloof!
