IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house, <br /> It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other; <br /> Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories? <br /> Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death; <br /> Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself, <br /> With finger rais'd he points to the prodigal pictures.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-picture-callery/
