It tinged the Julian steeps[IJ]—it lay,
Lugano! on thy ample bay,[529]
The solemnizing veil was drawn
O'er villas, terraces, and towers;
To Albogasio's[IK] olive bowers,
Porlezza's verdant lawn.
But Fancy with the speed of fire
Hath past[530] to Milan's loftiest spire,
And there alights 'mid that aërial host