That they threw o’er the poet and painter a spell,
And the flashes of fancy, wit, feeling, and fire,
Resistless compell’d them to pause and admire.
Much pains had been taken to add to the grace,
And preserve from disorder the pride of the place;
To keep the fair flowrets from wandering away,
As well as the things that were fairer than they,
For placards were posted near every spot,
You may stand to “admire” me, “but gather me not.”
The Beasts and the Birds were so fresh and so fair,