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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,

And the pale moonbeams sleep

   On the green billow.

Bound by her emerald zone

   Venice is lying,

And round her marble crown

   Night winds are sighing.

From the high lattice now

   Bright eyes are gleaming,

That seem on night’s dark brow

   Brighter stars beaming.

Now o’er the bright 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

   Venice reclining.