And all things absolutely made.
The Doge’s palace though, from hence,
In spite of doctrinaire pretence,
The tide now level with the quay,
Is certainly a thing to see.
We’ll turn to the Rialto soon;
One’s told to see it by the moon.
A gondola here, and a gondola there,
’Tis the pleasantest fashion of taking the air.
To right and to left; stop, turn, and go yonder,