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To Y with a bowl of Bohemian glass	A
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From rocky hills where climbs the vine	B
Where on his waves the wandering Rhine	B
Sees imaged ruins towns and towers	C
Bare mountain scalps green forest bowers	C
From that broad land of poetry	D
Wild legend noble history	D
This token many a day bore I	E
To lay it at your feet dear Y	E
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Little the stupid bowl will tell	F
Of all that on its way befell	F
Since from old Frankfort's free domain	G
Where smiling vineyards skirt the main	G
It took its way what sunsets red	H
Their splendours o'er the mountains shed	H
How the blue Taunus' distant height	I
Like hills of fire gave back the light	I
And how on river rock and sky	E
The sun declined so tenderly	D
That o'er the scene white moonlight fell	F
Ere we had bid the day farewell	F
From Maintz where many a warrior priest	J
Was wont of yore to fight and feast	J
The broad stream bore us down its tide	K
Till where upon its steeper side	K
Grim Ehrenfels with turrets brown	L
On Hatto's wave worn tower looks down	L
Here did we rest my dearest Y	E
This bowl could all as well as I	E
Describe that scene when in the deep	M
Still middle night all wrapped in sleep	M
The hamlet lone the dark blue sky	E
The eddying river sweeping by	E
Lay 'neath the clear unclouded light	I
Of the full moon broad brimming bright	I
The glorious flood went rolling by	E
Its world of waves while silently	D
The shaggy hills on either side	K
Watched like huge giants by the tide	K
From where the savage bishop's tower	N
Obstructs the flood a sullen roar	O
Broke on the stillness of the night	I
And the rough waters yeasty white	I
Foamed round that whirlpool dread and deep	M
Where still thy voice is heard to weep	M
Gisela maiden most unblest	I
Thou Jephtha's daughter of the West	I
Who shall recall the shadowy train	G
That in the magic light my brain	G
Conjured upon the glassy wave	P
From castle convent crag and cave	P
Down swept the Lord of Allemain	G
Broad browed deep chested Charlemagne	G
And his fair child who tottering bore	O
Her lover o'er the treacherous floor	O
Of new fallen snow that her small feet	I
Alone might print that tell tale sheet	I
Nor other trace show the stern guard	I
The nightly path of Eginhard	I
What waving plumes and banners passed	I
With trumpet clang and bugle blast	I
And on the night wind faintly borne	G
Strains from that mighty hunting horn	G
Which through these woods in other days	Q
Startled the echoes of the chase	R
On trooped the vision lord and dame	S
On fiery steed and palfrey tame	S
Pilgrims with palms and cockle shells	T
And motley fools with cap and bells	T
Princes and Counties Palatine	G
Who ruled and revelled on the Rhine	G
Abbot and monk with many a torch	U
Came winding from each convent porch	U
And holy maids from Nonnenwerth	V
In the pale moonlight all came forth	V
Thy love Roland among the rest	I
Her meek hands folded on her breast	I
Her sad eyes turned to heaven where thou	V
Once more shalt hear love's early vow	V
That vow which led thee home again	G
From Roncevalles' bloody plain	G
That vow that ne'er again was spoken	G
Till death the nun's drear oath had broken	G
Down from each crumbling castle poured	I
Of ruthless robber knights the horde	I
Sweeping with clang and clamour by	E
Like storm cloud rattling through the sky	E
Pageant so glorious ne'er I ween	G
On lonely river bank was seen	G
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So passed that night but with the day	I
The vision melted all away	I
And wrapped in sullen mist and rain	G
The river bore us on again	G
With heavy hearts and tearful eyes	W
That answered well the weeping skies	W
Of autumn which now hung o'er all	X
The scene their leaden dropping pall	Y
Beneath whose dark gray veils once more	O
We hailed our native Albion's shore	O
Our pilgrimage of pleasure o'er	N

Frances Anne Kemble (fanny)

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