And sacred silence fell on thee.
On moved the barque with leisured pace
Across the deeper silence of the bay.
Behind us vanished Posilippo
And Baja’s gulf and Cape Miseno.
As Procida passed slowly by
The gentle dawn stole o’er the night,
And Epomeo’s head was lit,
With the first rays of new-born sun,
And Ischia, nobler than our dreams,