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Rh Perchance by hand of silence sown, slept the sweet sleep of flowers, Two blossoms borne upon one bush, in some primæval bowers.

You may have come to cradle-land in many sudden gleams, Crept through the curtains of the night, and mingled with my dreams.

As man and woman here to-day, we breathe again in song, Whilst the swart poppé sways our boat in solemn state along,

Beside the sea-washed, lichened walls which guard the Lido land, Whose further, fairer side, unbound, shelves down in ribs of sand.

Skirting Venezia's arsenal, heart of her ancient might, Which beats so slowly, faintly, now, we pass out to the right.