But now hark! there is a howling;
Is the surf thus loudly roaring?
Or is old Vesuvius growling?
'Tis not old Vesuvius growling,
For he holds now his vacation.
In the yard, destruction vowing,
Barks the worst dog in creation--
Barks the worst dog in creation--
Barks Francesco, loudly yelling;
And my lovely dream's enchantment