Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, / And saw in sleep old palaces and towers / Quivering within the wave's intenser day, // All overgrown with azure moss and flowers / So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!

Section III - Ode to the west wind


    It then goes on to describe the ocean near a volcanic isle in Baiae's Bay, Italy. Somewhere near naples and its nearby volcanoes. it also describes what the ocean was seeing during its nice summer slumber. It saw the ruins beneath the sea that were left over from the aftermath of a volcanic eruption that happened in the 1500s. Light is also much thicker in the water so it looks brighter and intense. The statues, palace and columns left over from the ancient city are covered in moss and nice flowers, quivering under the sea; They look so sweet and beautiful under the intenser light that when someone imagines them they feel like fainting - they're so dreamy.


- Tito Rosas

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