When thro' the Piazzetta
Night breathes her cool air,
Then, dearest Ninetta,
I'll come to thee there.
Beneath thy mask shrouded,
I'll know thee afar,
As Love knows tho' clouded
His own Evening Star.

In garb, then, resembling
Some gay gondolier,
I'll whisper thee, trembling,
"Our bark, love, is near:
"Now, now, while there hover
"Those clouds o'er the moon,
"'Twill waft thee safe over
"Yon silent Lagoon."

(C) Thomas Moore
03/10/2020


Best Poems of Thomas Moore

• Fly Not Yet
• Spring And Autumn.
• Her Last Words, At Parting.
• The Fudges In England. Letter Vii. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----.
• All In A Family Way
• Quick! We Have But A Second
• Oh, Come To Me When Daylight Sets. (venetian Air.)
• I Saw From The Beach
• Awful Event.
• The Fudge Family In Paris Letter Xi. From Phelim Connor To ----.
• Did Not
• Oh! Breathe Not His Name
• Go Where Glory Waits Thee
• Oh, Ye Dead!
• War Song
• Sail On, Sail On