Come forth; for Night is falling,
The moon hangs round and red
On the verge of the violet waters,
Fronting the daylight dead. 

Come forth; the liquid spaces 
Of sea and sky are one,
Where outspread angel flame-wings
Brood o'er the buried sun. 

Bells call to bells from the islands,
And far-off mountains rear
Their shadowy crests in the crystal
Of cloudless atmosphere. 

A breeze from the sea is wafted;
Lamp-litten Venice gleams
With her towers and domes uplifted
Like a city seen in dreams. 

Her waterways are a tremble
With melody far and wide,
Borne from the phantom galleys
That o'er the drakness glide. 

There are stars in the heaven, and starry
Are the wandering lights below;
Come forth! for the Night is calling,
Sea, city, and sky are aglow!