Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79. | | | | Venice | | Venice | | Frances Anne Kemble (1809–1893) |
| | | NIGHT in her dark array | |
| Steals o’er the ocean, | |
| And with departed day | |
| Hushed seems its motion. | |
| Slowly o’er yon blue coast | 5 |
| Onward she ’s treading, | |
| Till its dark line is lost, | |
| ’Neath her veil spreading. | |
| The bark on the rippling deep | |
| Hath found a pillow, | 10 |
| And the pale moonbeams sleep | |
| On the green billow. | |
| Bound by her emerald zone | |
| Venice is lying, | |
| And round her marble crown | 15 |
| Night-winds are sighing. | |
| From the high lattice now | |
| Bright eyes are gleaming, | |
| That seem on night’s dark brow, | |
| Brighter stars beaming. | 20 |
| Now o’er the blue lagune | |
| Light barks are dancing, | |
| And ’neath the silver moon | |
| Swift oars are glancing. | |
| Strains from the mandolin | 25 |
| Steal o’er the water, | |
| Echo replies between | |
| To mirth and laughter. | |
| O’er the wave seen afar | |
| Brilliantly shining, | 30 |
| Gleams like a fallen star | |
| Venice reclining. | | | | |
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