VENETIAN SPELL
O spell of dawn!
From opal skies a roseate mist floats out,
And slowly wraps the towers and domes about.
All Venice sleeps—nay, yonder a black barge
Slides to the open from the dusky marge.
O spell of silence!
Peace of mind and soul—the plash of oars,
Perchance a distant bell from island shores;
Upon the glassy stillness of the mere