As seen from Lido thro’ the harbour piles,
The likeness of a clump of peaked isles—
And then, as if the earth and sea had been
Dissolv’d into one lake of fire, were seen
Those mountains towering, as from waves of flame,
Around the vaporous sun, from which there came
The inmost purple spirit of light, and made
Their very peaks transparent. “Ere it fade,”
Said my companion, “I will show you soon
A better station.” So, o’er the lagune