30.07.2007, 10:25
Venice
For untold years the Brento and the Po
Poured down into the Gulf their silt and sand,
Mud banks arose; Attila and his band
Came like a scourge, but some escaped the blow
By taking refuge on those islands low;
Built ships; took products of the Western lands,
And traded with the East and shores at hand
Till riches came to them with steadfast flow.
And now arose the palace, dome and tower
With artists rare to grace their dignity;
And Venice now, a queen in state and power,
Was fair as anything on earth could be,
When all her jewels flashed at sunset's hour
Their splendor on the Adriatic Sea.
For untold years the Brento and the Po
Poured down into the Gulf their silt and sand,
Mud banks arose; Attila and his band
Came like a scourge, but some escaped the blow
By taking refuge on those islands low;
Built ships; took products of the Western lands,
And traded with the East and shores at hand
Till riches came to them with steadfast flow.
And now arose the palace, dome and tower
With artists rare to grace their dignity;
And Venice now, a queen in state and power,
Was fair as anything on earth could be,
When all her jewels flashed at sunset's hour
Their splendor on the Adriatic Sea.