NUMB, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,
And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,
I heard a blithe voice break a sudden pause,
Ringing familiarly through the lamp-lit night,
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Thy poetry and thy pathos—all so strange! — Thou didst bring many a lump into my throat, And many a passionate thrill into my heart, And once a tangled dream into my head. Nice stanza, loved it. Read completely with patience. Thanks poetess.10
and I saw Venice, my Venice, naked in the sun— Sad, faded, and unutterably forlorn! — But still unutterably beautiful. Nicely pained. 10
From the balcony! ! Thanks for sharing this long poem with us.