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NAPLES.
A SONG OF THE SYREN.
Then gentle winds arose,
With many a mingled close,
Of wild Æolian sound and mountain odour keen;
Where the clear Baian ocean
Welters with air-like motion
Within, above, around its bowers of starry green.
Shelley.
Still is the Syren warbling on thy shore,
Bright City of the Waves!—her magic song
Still, with a dreamy sense of extacy,
Fills thy soft summer[1] air:—and while my glance
Dwells on thy pictured loveliness, that lay
Floats thus o'er Fancy's ear; and thus to thee,
Daughter of Sunshine! doth the Syren sing.
- ↑ errata
