 | The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |  |
THE VENETIAN GONDOLIER.
Here rest the weary oar!—soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night—sweet Night—serenely wears
A smile of peace: her noon is nigh.
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night—sweet Night—serenely wears
A smile of peace: her noon is nigh.
Where the tall fir in quiet stands,
And waves, embracing the chaste shores,
Move over sea-shells and bright sands,
Is heard the sound of dipping oars.
And waves, embracing the chaste shores,
Move over sea-shells and bright sands,
Is heard the sound of dipping oars.
Swift o'er the wave the light bark springs,
Love's midnight hour draws lingering near;
And list!—his tuneful viol strings
The young Venetian Gondolier.
Love's midnight hour draws lingering near;
And list!—his tuneful viol strings
The young Venetian Gondolier.
Lo! on the silver-mirrored deep,
On earth, and her embosomed lakes,
And where the silent rivers sweep,
From the thin cloud fair moonlight breaks.
On earth, and her embosomed lakes,
And where the silent rivers sweep,
From the thin cloud fair moonlight breaks.
Soft music breathes around, and dies
On the calm bosom of the sea;
Whilst in her cell the novice sighs
Her vespers to her rosary.
On the calm bosom of the sea;
Whilst in her cell the novice sighs
Her vespers to her rosary.
At their dim altars bow fair forms,
In tender charity for those,
That, helpless left to life's rude storms,
Have never found this calm repose.
In tender charity for those,
That, helpless left to life's rude storms,
Have never found this calm repose.
The bell swings to its midnight chime,
Relieved against the deep blue sky.
Haste!—dip the oar again—'t is time
To seek Genevra's balcony.
Relieved against the deep blue sky.
Haste!—dip the oar again—'t is time
To seek Genevra's balcony.
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