Howsad Venice can be. When you return alone. And find a memory. In a repaving stone. . I woke among the bird. That fills in Marble Square. With a quote of her words. Around me in the air
How high the gulls fly. O'er Ilay. Howsad the farm lad. deep in play. Felt like a grain on your sand How well the sheep's bell. music makes. Roving the cliff. when fancy takes. Felt like a
