Venice
In Venice the red,
Never a boat thats sped,
No fisher on the mere,
No lantern near.
Seated alone on shore,
The Lion grand lifts
Over Horizon without flaw,
His bronzed paw.
Around him,
Ranged in groups,
Great vessels and shallops,
Like herons all adoze
In silent rows,
On smoking waves reclined
And oer the mist entwined,
Their standards, hovering
In airy ring.
The moon that groweth pale,
Her fading brow doth veil,
A cloud all starry lined
Half hidden behind.
Alfred de Musset (1710-1857)
posted by Pierre at 11:14 PM
5 Comments:
I could gaze at this for quite some time, Pierre. Have a beautiful weekend.
This is SO very attractive, and the blues really enhance the whole effect. It's a great photo.
I had a chance to take this same picture last September and I use it for my wallpaper. To me, this is Venice and brings back great memories, even though our time here was short.
A nice cliché scene.
Every once in awhile I return to this photo because I love it so. Cliché or not, who cares??!!
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