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THE CORSAIR.

CANTO III.

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"Come vedi—ancor non m'abbandona"
 Dante.

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I.

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun; Not as in Northern climes obscurely bright, 1170 But one unclouded blaze of living light! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old Ægina'a rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.