where people suffered and rejoiced and grew strong.
And just as the barge came opposite the glittering lights of the Piazzetta, beyond and above which the luminous shaft of the campanile rose straight and white, tipped with its golden angel, the men began to sing "Santa Lucia." And once more a voice rose above the others, fresh and clear as ever;
"Sul mare luccica
L'astro d'argento;
Placida è l'onda
Prospero il vento."
L'astro d'argento;
Placida è l'onda
Prospero il vento."
And, as the bobbing lanterns disappeared down a black side-canal, the ringing voice echoed still from out the darkness;
"Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!"
