And now annihilated be
The space ’twixt Florence and the sea!
Let the bright luster of the morn
In golden glory steep Leghorn;
Show where the dancing wavelets sport
Round the gay vessels in the port,
Those ships whose gilded lanterns gleam
In the warm sun’s refulgent beam;
And whose broad pennants kiss the gale,
Woo’d also by the spreading sail!—