Quotes from Edgar Fawcett, "Pigeons"

Pink-footed, sleekly white or delicate fawn, Or darlier plumed, with glossy throat where clings One soft perpetual ripple of rainbow rings, How often to your beauty our sight is drawn When back from roamings wide you suddenly dawn, A dainty turbulence of fluttering wings, And light on some brown slanted roof, like Spring's Pale showers of blossoms on an orchard lawn!...