From the smooth hyaline of that far sea

The pictured Adriatic rises, fair

As dream, a kingly-built and tower’d town;

Column and arch and architrave instinct

With delicatest beauty; overwrought

With tracery of interlacèd leaves

For ever blooming on white marble, hush’d

In everlasting summer, windless, cold:

The city of the Doges!

From the calm