Venice.

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