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Arthur Symons - Venetian Night
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Her eyes in the darkness shone, in the twilight shed 
By the gondola bent like the darkness over her head. 
Softly the gondola rocked, lights came and went; 
A white glove shone as her black fan lifted and leant 
Where the silk of her dress, the blue of a bittern`s wing, 
Rustled against my knee, and, murmuring 
The sweet slow hesitant English of a child, 
Her voice was articulate laughter, her soul smiled. 
Softly the gondola rocked, lights came and went; 
From the sleeping houses a shadow of slumber leant 
Over our heads like a wing, and the dim lagoon, 
Rustling with silence, slumbered under the moon. 
Softly the gondola rocked, and a pale light came 
Over the waters, mild as a silver flame; 
She lay back, thrilling with smiles, in the twilight shed 
By the gondola bent like the darkness over her head; 
I saw her eyes shine subtly, then close awhile: 
I remember her silence, and, in the night, her smile.
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