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Night in her dark array
Steals o'er the ocean, And with departed day
Hushed seems its motion. Slowly o'er yon blue coast
Onward she's treading, Till its dark line is lost,
'Neath her veil spreading. The bark on the rippling deep
Hath found a pillow,
On the green billow.
Venice is lying,
Night winds are sighing.
Bright eyes are gleaming, That seem on night's dark brow,
Brighter stars beaming.
Now o'er the blue lagune
Light barks are dancing, And 'neath the silver moon
Swift oars are glancing. Strains from the mandolin
Steal o'er the water, Echo replies between
To mirth and laughter. O’er the wave seen afar
Brilliantly shining, Gleams like a fallen star
Time beckons on the hours: the expiring year
Already feels old Winter's icy breath ; As with cold hands, he scatters on her bier
The faded glories of her autumn wreath. As fleetly as the summer's sunshine past, The winter's snow must melt; and the young
Spring, Strewing the earth with flowers, will come at last,
And in her train the hour of parting bring. But, though I leave the harbour, where my heart
Sometime had found a peaceful resting-place, Where it lay calmly moord ; though I depart,
Yet, let not time my memory quite efface. 'Tis true, I leave no void, the happy home
To which you welcomed me, will be as gay, As bright, as cheerful, when I've turned to roam,
Once more, upon life's weary onward way. But oh! if ever by the warm hearth's blaze,
Where beaming eyes and kindred souls are met, Your fancy wanders back to former days, Let my remembrance hover round you yet.
Then, while before you glides time's shadowy train,
Of forms long vanished, days and hours long gone, Perchance my name will be pronounced again,
In that dear circle where I once was one. Think of me then, nor break kind memory's spell,
By reason's censure coldly o'er me cast, Think only, that I loved ye passing well !
And let my follies slumber with the past.
Night comes upon the earth; and fearfully