LONE on the Riva I stood Shrouded in dusky night. Far-off melody floated, Welling in golden drops, Over the quivering waters. Gondola, palace and tower Drunkenly swam in the luminous dark. Then the mystical strings Of my spirit, invisibly touched, Trembling with secret delight, Sang to the barcarole's time. Had I a listener, too? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL by ROBERT BROWNING EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON |