Poem by Arthur William Symons

Venice

Water and marble and that silentness
Which is not broken by a wheel or hoof;
A city like a water-lily, less
Seen than reflected, palace wall and roof,
In the unfruitful waters motionless,
Without one living grass's green reproof;
A city without joy or weariness,
Itself beholding, from itself aloof. 

1. To Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows
2. Haschisch
3. The Andante of Snakes
4. Time and Beauty
5. Pastel: Masks and Faces

Eliza Acton Venice ("Tis ev'ning now! ")

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