Night in her dark array <br />Steals o'er the ocean, <br />And with departed day <br />Hushed seems its motion. <br />Slowly o'er yon blue coast <br />Onward she's treading, <br />Till its dark line is lost, <br />'Neath her veil spreading. <br />The bark on the rippling deep <br />Hath found a pillow, <br />And the pale moonbeams sleep <br />On the smooth billow. <br />Bound by her emerald zone <br />Venice is lying, <br />And round her marble crown <br />Night winds are sighing. <br />From the high lattice now <br />Bright eyes are gleaming, <br />That seem on night's dark brow, <br />Brighter stars beaming. <br />Now o'er the blue lagune <br />Light barks are dancing, <br />And 'neath the silver moon <br />Swift oars are glancing. <br />Strains from the mandolin <br />Steal o'er the water, <br />Echo replies between <br />To mirth and laughter. <br />O'er the wave seen afar <br />Brilliantly shining, <br />Gleams like a fallen star <br />Venice reclining.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venice-14/
