When through the Piazzetta Night breathes her cool air, Then, dearest Ninetta, I'll come to thee there. Beneath thy mask shrouded, I'll know thee afar, As Love knows, though clouded, his own Evening Star. In garb, then, resembling Some gay gondolier, I'll whisper thee, trembling, Our bark, love, is near: Now, now, while there hover those clouds o'er the moon, 'Twill waft thee safe over yon silent Lagoon." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD ODE: TRYSTING TIME by CONFUCIUS RESOLVED TO BE BELOVED (1) by ABRAHAM COWLEY LA VIA NUOVA: 14 by DANTE ALIGHIERI |