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Night in Venice

LOVE, in this summer night, do you recall

Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of June

Thick-sown with stars, when from the still lagoon

We glided noiseless through the dim canal?

A sense of some belated festival

Hung round us, and our own hearts beat in tune

With passionate memories that the young moon

Lit up on dome and tower and palace wall.

We dreamed what ghosts of vanished loves made part

Of that sweet light and trembling, amorous air.

I felt—in those rich beams that kissed your hair,

Those breezes warm with bygone lovers’ sighs—

All the dead beauty of Venice in your eyes,

All the old loves of Venice in my heart.