hundred Summers Pass
All Resolutions
Till all the hundred summers pass,
The beams, that thro' the Oriel shine,
Make prisms in every carven glass,
And beaker brimm'd with noble wine.
Description:
View of an oriel window from the inside, featuring a lute resting against a bench, with beams of light streaming through the lozenge-patterned leaded window panes.
