Hence grew this shrine upon the wan sea-banks.’
The story pleased her; and the low-roofed church,
The bricked-paved cloister set with balsams round,
The marble well, and silence-guarded porch,
The cypresses that clasped the garden ground,
The soft-leaved poplars rippling in the air,
The white narcissus tufts beneath the trees,
And the lonely waters whispering everywhere;
The blue sky filled to brimming with the breeze
That drove the red-sailed barks along the wave—