Italy : 17. The Gondola

Boy, call the Gondola; the sun is set.----
It came, and we embarked; but instantly,
As at the waving of a magic wand,
Though she had stept on board so light of foot,
So light of heart, laughing she knew not why,
Sleep overcame her; on my arm she slept.
From time to time I waked her; but the boat
Rocked her to sleep again.  The moon was now
Rising full-orbed, but broken by a cloud.
The wind was hushed, and the sea mirror-like.
A single zephyr, as enamoured, played
With her loose tresses, and drew more and more
Her veil across her bosom.  Long I lay
Contemplating that face so beautiful,
That rosy mouth, that cheek dimpled with smiles,
That neck but half-concealed, whiter than snow.
'Twas the sweet slumber of her early age.
I looked and looked, and felt a flush of joy
I would express but cannot.  Oft I wished
Gently -- by stealth -- to drop asleep myself,
And to incline yet lower that sleep might come;
Oft close my eyes as in forgetfulness.
'Twas all in vain.  Love would not let me rest.
  But how delightful whenat length she waked!
When, her light hair adjusting, and her veil
So rudely scattered, she resumed her place
Beside me; and, as gaily as before,
Sitting unconsciously nearer and nearer,
Poured out her innocent mind!
  So, nor long since,
Sung a Venetian; and his lay of love,
Dangerous and sweet, charmed Venice.  For myself,
(Less fortunate, if Love be Happiness)
No curtain drawn, no pulse beating alarm,
I went along beneath the silent moon;
Thy square, St. Mark, thy churches, palaces,
Glittering and frost-like, and, as day drew on,
Melting away, an emblem of themselves.
  Those Porches passed, thro' which the water-breeze
Plays, though no longer on the noble forms
That moved there, sable-vested -- and the Quay,
Silent, grass-grown -- adventurer-like I launched
Into the deep, ere long discovering
Isles such as cluster in the Southern seas,
All verdure.  Every where, from bush and brake,
The musky odour of the serpents came;
Their smily track across the woodman's path
Bright in the moonshine; and, as round I went,
Dreaming of Greece, whither the waves were gliding,
I listened to the venerable pines
Then in close converse, and, if right I guessed,
Delivering many a message to the Winds,
In secret for their kindred on Mount Ida.
  Nor when again in Venice, when again
In that strange place, so stirring and so still,
Where nothing comes to drown the human voice
But music, or the dashing of the tide,
Ceased I to wander.  Now a Jessica
Sung to her lute, her signal as she sat
At her half-opened window.  Then, methought,
A serenade broke silence, breathing hope
Thro' walls of stone, and torturing the proud heart
Of some Priuli.  Once, we could not err,
(It was before an old Palladian house,
As between night and day we floated by)
A Gondolier lay singing; and he sung,
As in the time when Venice was herself,
Of Tancred and Erminia.  On our oars
We rested; and the verse was verse divine!
We could not err -- Perhaps he was the last --
For none took up the strain, none answered him;
And, when he ceased, he left upon my ear
A something like the dying voice of Venice!
  The moon went down; and nothing now was seen
Save where the lamp of a Madonna shone
Faintly -- or heard, but when he spoke, who stood
Over the lantern at the prow and cried,
Turning the corner of some reverend pile,
Some school or hospital of old renown,
Tho' haply none were coming, none were near,
'Hasten or slacken.'  But at length Night fled;
And with her fled, scattering, the sons of Pleasure.
Star after star shot by, or, meteor-like,
Crossed me and vanished -- lost at once among
Those hundred Isles that tower majestically,
That rise abruptly from the water-mark,
Not with rough crag, but marble, and the work
Of noblest architects.  I lingered still;
Nor sought my threshold, till the hour was come
And past, when, flitting home in the grey light,
The young Bianca found her father's door,
That door so often with a trembling hand,
So often -- then so lately left ajar,
Now by her lover urged, now by her love,
Fled o'er the waters to return no more.