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 seen from the inside with a lute resting against a bench and beams of light coming through the window panes patterned with lozenge-shaped lead cames.