Towards the close Shelley says:-- If I had been an unconnected man I, from this moment, should have formed some plan Never to leave sweet Venice,--for to me It was delight to ride by the lone sea; And then, the town is silent--one may write Or read in gondolas by day or night, Having the little brazen lamp alight, Unseen, uninterrupted; books are there.
Pictures, and casts from all those statues fair Which were twin-born with poetry, and all We seek in towns, with little to recall Regrets for the green country.
Later in 1818 Mrs.Shelley joined her daughter in Venice, but it was a tragic visit, for their daughter Clara died almost immediately after they arrived.

She is buried on the Lido.
In a letter to Peacock, Shelley thus describes the city: "Venice is a wonderfully fine city.

The approach to it over the laguna, with its domes and turrets glittering in a long line over the blue waves, is one of the finest architectural delusions in the world.

It seems to have--and literally it has--its foundations in the sea.

The silent streets are paved with water, and you hear nothing but the dashing of the oars, and the occasional cries of the gondolieri.