Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 40 1834.pdf/22



Sing to me, Gondolier! Sing words from Tasso's lay; While pure, and still, and clear, Night seems but softer day. The gale is gently falling, As if it paused to hear Some strain, the past recalling;— Sing to me, Gondolier!

Oh! ask me not to wake Proud spirits of the brave; Bid no high numbers break The silence of the wave! Gone are the noble-hearted, Closed the bright pageants here; And the glad song is departed From the mournful Gondolier!