Glittering and frost-like, and, as day drew on,
Melting away, an emblem of themselves.
Those porches passed, thro’ which the water-breeze
Plays, though no longer on the noble forms
That moved there, sable-vested—and the quay,
Silent, grass-grown—adventurer-like, I launched
Into the deep, ere long discovering
Isles such as cluster in the Southern seas,
All verdure....
In Venice, when again