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...CAVALIER TUNES: BOOT AND SADDLE by ROBERT BROWNING PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INSCRIPTIONS: 3 by MARK AKENSIDE JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE |