1.There is a glorious City in the Sea.The sea is in the broad，the narrow streets，Ebbing and flowing，and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
No track of men，no footsteps to and fro，Lead to her gates.
2.The path lies o‘er the sea，Invisible；and from the land we went As to a floating city，steering in And gliding up her streets as in a dream So smoothly，silently；by many a dome ，The statues ranged along an azure in more than Eastern splendour，Of old the residence of merchant-kings ；The fronts of some，though time had shattered them，Still glowing with the richest hues of art，As though the wealth within them had run o’er.
3.Night in her dark array Steals o‘er the ocean，And with departed dayHushed seems its motion Slowly o’er yon blue coastOnward she‘s treading，Till its dark line is lost ’Neath her veil spreading.
The bark on the rippling deep Hath found a pillow，And the pale moonbeams sleep On the green billow.
4.Now o‘er the blue lagoon Light barks are dancing，And ’neath the silver moon Swift oars are glancing.
Strains from the mandolin Steal o‘er the water ；Echo replies between To mirth and laughter.
O’er the wave，seen afar，Brilliantly shining，Gleams like a fallen starVenice reclining.