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330 Those days are gone—but Beauty still is here.

States fall—Arts fade—but Nature doth not die,

Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,

The pleasant place of all festivity,

The Revel of the earth—the Masque of Italy!

IV.

But unto us she hath a spell beyond

Her name in story, and her long array

Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond

Above the Dogeless city's vanished sway;