The charm of Venice

by Unknown

LORD BYRON.

A DREAM IN A GONDOLA

I had a dream of waters: I was borne

Fast down the slimy tide

Of eldest Nile, and endless flats forlorn

Stretched out on either side,—

Save where from time to time arose

Red pyramids, like flames in forced repose,

And Sphinxes gazed, vast countenances bland,

Athwart the river-sea and sea of sand.