THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: November 24, 2017

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter’s wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O’er the far times, when many a subject land Looked to the wingéd Lion’s marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her… Read More