THE pigeons perch on Trinity, From cowls of saints they croon; In pious patience preen their wings Till Trinity strikes noon. They make their vows to visions fair, The maids with mid-day smiles; They wait their own communion sweet— The crumbs along the aisles. And presently from Wall Street strolls A princess past a gate; She pries apart a paper box As if she scarce could wait. She sinks upon an old settee, Her luncheon in her lap; And other maidens follow her— A score or more, mayhap. The pigeons peer from pinnacles, They see their tables spread; The sugar and the spices strewn, The crusts of creamy bread. The saints upon the walls maintain Their attitudes benign; But conquered by confusing quests, The doves drift down to dine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO MY TOTEM by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING |