From “Don Juan,” Canto I.
                    ’T IS sweet to hear,
  At midnight on the blue and moonlit deep,
The song and oar of Adria’s gondolier,
  By distance mellowed, o’er the waters sweep;
’T is sweet to see the evening star appear;
  ’T is sweet to listen as the night-winds creep
From leaf to leaf; ’t is sweet to view on high...