Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway;
Our's is a trophy which will not decay
With the Rialto: Shylock and the Moor,
And Pierre cannot be swept away—-
The keystones of the arch! though all were o'er,
For us repeopled were the solitary shore.
I lov'd her from my boyhood—she to me
Was as a fairy city of the heart,
Rising like water-columns from the sea,