II.

Your gondola—let Zorzi wreathe

A mesh of water-weeds about

Its prow, as if he unaware

Had struck some quay or bridge-foot stair;

That I may throw a paper out

As you and he go underneath.

There’s Zanze’s vigilant taper; safe are we!

Only one minute more to-night with me?

Resume your past self of a month ago!