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<h1>The castled crag of Drachenfels</h1><br/>
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.<br/>
Whose breast of waters broadly swells<br/>
Between the banks which bear the vine,<br/>
And hills all rich with blossomed trees,<br/>
And fields which promise corn and wine,<br/>
And scattered cities crowning these,<br/>
Whose far white walls along them shine,<br/>
Have strewed a scene, which I should see<br/>
With double joy wert THOU with me!<br/>
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And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes,<br/>
And hands which offer early flowers,<br/>
Walk smiling o'er this paradise;<br/>
Above, the frequent feudal towers<br/>
Through green leaves lift their walls of grey,<br/>
And many a rock which steeply lours,<br/>
And noble arch in proud decay,<br/>
Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers:<br/>
But one thing want these banks of Rhine,—<br/>
Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!<br/>
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I send the lilies given to me;<br/>
Though long before thy hand they touch,<br/>
I know that they must withered be,<br/>
But yet reject them not as such;<br/>
For I have cherished them as dear,<br/>
Because they yet may meet thine eye,<br/>
And guide thy soul to mine e'en here,<br/>
When thou behold'st them drooping nigh,<br/>
And know'st them gathered by the Rhine,<br/>
And offered from my heart to thine!<br/>
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The river nobly foams and flows,<br/>
The charm of this enchanted ground,<br/>
And all its thousand turns disclose<br/>
Some fresher beauty varying round;<br/>
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound<br/>
Through life to dwell delighted here;<br/>
Nor could on earth a spot be found<br/>
To Nature and to me so dear,<br/>
Could thy dear eyes in following mine<br/>
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!<br/></p>
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