Of Venice in the skies are loud,
Clashing and chiming far and near
“Ave Maria,” while the moon
Large-globed and red, climbs through the mist
To loiter o’er the dark lagoon.
CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] The view from both these places, San Andrea and the Campo Marte, is now blocked out by the great Fondamenta, built for the Orient Liners and the Adriatic trade of Venice.
[2] There is another form of the legend, but I prefer this.