VENICE, thou Siren of sea cities, wrought By mirage, built on water, stair o'er stair, Of sunbeams and cloud shadows, phantom-fair, With naught of earth to mar thy sea-born thought! Thou floating film upon the wonder-fraught Ocean of dreams! Thou hast no dream so rare As are thy sons and daughters, -- they who wear Foam flakes of charm from thine enchantment caught. O dark brown eyes! O tangles of dark hair! O heaven-blue eyes, blonde tresses where the breeze Plays over sunburned cheeks in sea-blown air! Firm limbs of moulded bronze! frank debonair Smiles of deep-bosomed women! Loves that seize Man's soul, and waft her on storm melodies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH SONG: THE STRICKEN DEER by THOMAS MOORE |