Of the blue skyey vault, rustled the tree ...
Queen of all trees, slender and beautiful,
The pine tree, lifting me to golden dreams.
In Recollections of Naples:
Yes! they are gone, those happy, happy hours
Joyous but short, by Posilippo's bay!
Sweet dream of sea and lake, of rock and hill,
Grotto and island, and the mirrored sun
In the blue water--thou hast passed away!
and