Beneath the felsa will I laze and smoke,
And through the sable doorway gaze upon
The brightly tinted sunny water-sheet!
So quaint, so full of harmony it seems—
Like some rare picture in an ebon frame!
The foreground shows our trusty gondolier,
White-clad, brown-skinned, recumbent, fast asleep!
Above—the gondola's bright, sheeny prow
That flashes, gleams, and glisters in the sun;
On either side are mouldy, tide-washed walls,