254 SOME FAMOUS GARDENS 



SONG OF THE SEA BY THE ROYAL 

 GARDEN AT NAPLES 



I HAVE sung for ages to and fro ; 



I have striven in vain to reach thy feet, 



Garden of joy ! whose walls are low, 

 And odours are so sweet. 



1 palpitate with fitful love ; 



I sigh and sing with changing breath ; 

 I raise my hands to heaven above, 

 I smite my shores beneath ! 



In vain, in vain ! while far and fine, 

 To curb the madness of my sweep, 



Runs the white limit of a line 

 I may not overleap. 



Once thou wert sleeping on my breast, 



Till fiery Titans lifted thee 

 From the fair silence of thy rest, 



Out of the loving sea. 



And I swing eternal to and fro ; 



I strive in vain to reach thy feet, 

 O Garden of joy ! whose walls are low, 



And odours ai-e so sweet ! 



RossiTERjW. RAYMOND. 



