LXXIII.

Bright as that fairy vision of the wave, Raised by the magic of Morgana’s wand,[44] On summer seas that undulating lave Romantic Sicily’s Arcadian strand; That pictured scene of airy colonnades, Light palaces, in shadowy glory drest, Enchanted groves, and temples, and arcades, Gleaming and floating on the ocean’s breast; Athens! thus fair the dream of thee appears, As Fancy’s eye pervades the veiling cloud of years.