With their vineyards laugh in light;
From the marble cities of her plains,
Glad voices mingling swell;
—But with yet more loud and lofty strains,
They shall hail the Vesper-bell!
Oh! sweet its tones, when the summer breeze
Their cadence wafts afar,
To float o’er the blue Sicilian seas,
As they gleam to the first pale star!
The shepherd greets them on his height,