Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. I. Shelley and Keats, and Their “Reviewer” By Thomas Wade (1805–1875)
TWO 1 heavenly doves I saw, which were indeed Sweet birds and gentle,—like the immortal pair That waft the Cyprian chariot through the air,— And with their songs made music, to exceed All thought of what rich poesy might be; 5 At which a crow, perched on a sullen tree, Dingy and hoarse, made baser by their brightness, Would fain be judge of melody and whiteness, And cawed dire sentence on those sweet-throat turtles; To which his fellow-flock of carrion things 10 Croaked clamorous assent; but still the wings Of those pure birds are white amid the myrtles Of every grove, where cull they nectar’s seed, Whilst still on cold, dead flesh, those carrion creatures feed.
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