To have his carven agate-stone
On such a bosom rise and fall so!
Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
THE LUNCH
A GOTHIC window, where a damask curtain
Made the blank daylight shadowy and uncertain:
A slab of agate ore four Eagle-talons
Held trimly up and neatly taught to balance:
A porcelain dish, o’er which in many a cluster
Black grapes hung down, dead ripe and without lustre: