Compared with Life—that 's Venice! What a sky,
A sea, this morning! One last look! Good-by,
Cà Pesaro! No, lion—I 'm a coney
To weep! I 'm dazzled; 't is that sun I view
Rippling the ... the ... Cospetto, Toni! Down
With carpet-bag, and off with valise-straps!
Bella Venezia, non ti lascio più!"
Nor did Brown ever leave her: well, perhaps
Browning, next week, may find himself quite Brown!
November 28, 1883.