I. <br /> <br />A bird delicious to the taste, <br />On which an army once did feast, <br /> Sent by an hand unseen; <br />A creature of the horned race, <br />Which Britain's royal standards grace; <br /> A gem of vivid green; <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />A town of gaiety and sport, <br />Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort, <br /> And gallantry doth reign; <br />A Dardan hero fam'd of old <br />For youth and beauty, as we're told, <br /> And by a monarch slain; <br /> <br />III. <br /> <br />A peer of popular applause, <br />Who doth our violated laws, <br /> And grievances proclaim. <br />Th' initials show a vanquish'd town, <br />That adds fresh glory and renown <br /> To old Britannia's fame.<br /><br />Phillis Wheatley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rebus/
