A graceless doom it seems that bids us grieve: Venice and winter, hand in deadly hand, Have slain the lover of her sunbright strand And singer of a stormbright Christmas Eve. A graceless guerdon we that loved receive For all our love, from that the dearest land Love worshipped ever. Blithe and soft and bland, Too fair for storm to scathe or fire to cleave, Shone on our dreams and memories evermore The domes, the towers, the mountains and the shore That gird or guard thee, Venice: cold and black Seems now the face we loved as he of yore. We have given thee love -- no stint, no stay, no lack: What gift, what gift is this thou hast given us back? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NICE CORRESPONDENT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON SONNETS FOR PICTURES: A VENETIAN PASTORAL (BY GIOGIONE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE SONNET: TO J.M.K. by ALFRED TENNYSON ODE 13. ON THE CHARMS OF PEACE by BACCHYLIDES PETITION OF A SCHOOLBOY TO HIS FATHER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |