Sp. What now? the Lido shall it be?
That none may say we didn’t see
The ground which Byron used to ride on,
And do I don’t know what beside on.
Ho, barca! here! and this light gale
Will let us run it with a sail.
Di. I dreamt a dream: till morning light
A bell rang in my head all night,
Tinkling and tinkling first, and then
Tolling and tinkling, tolling again,