A Dream Of Venice
Numb, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,
And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,
I heard a blithe voice break a sudden pause,
Ringing familiarly through the lamp-lit night,
"Wife, here's your Venice!"
I was lifted down,
And gazed about in stupid wonderment,
Holding my little Katie by the hand
My yellow-haired step-daughter. And again
Two strong arms led me to the water-brink,
And laid me on soft cushions in a boat,
A queer boat, by a queerer boatman manned
Swarthy-faced, ragged, with a scarlet cap
Whose wild, weird note smote shrilly through the dark.
Oh yes, it was my Venice! Beautiful,
With melancholy, ghostly beautyold,
And sorrowful, and wearyyet so fair,...
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Poems by Ada Cambridge
