Last night on the currents of God.

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A SONG OF THE OLD VENETIANS

The seven fleets of Venice

Set sail across the sea

For Cyprus and for Trebizond

Ayoub and Araby.

Their gonfalons are floating far,

St. Mark's has heard the mass,

And to the noon the salt lagoon

Lies white, like burning glass.

The seven fleets of Venice—

And each its way to go,

Led by a Falier or Tron,

Zorzi or Dandalo.

The Patriarch has blessed them all,

The Doge has waved the word,

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And in their wings the murmurings

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