DAUGHTER of Venice, fairer than the moon! From thy dark casement leaning, half divine, And to the lutes of love that low repine Across the midnight of the hushed lagoon Listening with languor in a dreamful swoon -- On such a night as this thou didst entwine Thy lily fingers round this glass of wine, And clasped thy climbing lover -- none too soon! Thy lover left, but ere he left thy room From this he drank, his warm lips at the brim; Thou kissed it as he vanished in the gloom; That kiss, because of thy true love for him -- Long, long ago, when thou wast in thy bloom, -- Hath left it ever rosy round the rim! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG AFTER THE SOIREE by F. R. D. B. A VALENTINE by WARREN K. BILLINGS ON CHRISTMAS EVE by ZOE KINCAID BROCKMAN |