24.12.2008, 14:20
A Waterway in Venice
The season is the bountiful and boon;
Around the sea-built city's walls and tide
Has raised the street canals on either side
From ancient mansions to the barracoon.
A gondolier suspends a pink festoon,
And veers his vessel with a swan-like glide
To pole a couple for a moonlight ride
Among the marvels of the quaint lagoon.
The water laps the basement that surround
The marble bridge, Rialto, on the route;
St. Mark's exhibits, none the less renowned,
The costly art of Byzantine repute;
Beneath a balcony, Venetian-crowned,
The lovers lag to listen to a lute.
The season is the bountiful and boon;
Around the sea-built city's walls and tide
Has raised the street canals on either side
From ancient mansions to the barracoon.
A gondolier suspends a pink festoon,
And veers his vessel with a swan-like glide
To pole a couple for a moonlight ride
Among the marvels of the quaint lagoon.
The water laps the basement that surround
The marble bridge, Rialto, on the route;
St. Mark's exhibits, none the less renowned,
The costly art of Byzantine repute;
Beneath a balcony, Venetian-crowned,
The lovers lag to listen to a lute.