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The Voyage
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

The Voyage

As at times a moonbeam pierces
Through the thickest cloudy rack,
So to me, through days so dreary,
One bright image struggles back.

Seated all on deck, we floated
Down the Rhine's majestic stream;
On its borders, summer-laden,
Slept the peaceful evening-gleam.

Brooding, at the feet I laid me
Of a fair and gentle one,
On whose placid, pallid features
Played the ruddy-golden sun.

Lutes were ringing, youth« were singing,
Swelled my heart with feeling strange;
Bluer grew the heaven above us,
Wider grew the spirit's range.

Fairy-like beside us flitted
Rock and ruin, wood and plain ;
And I gazed on all reflected
In my loved one's eyes again.

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'As at times a moonbeam pierces Through the thickest cloudy rack, So to me, through days so dreary, One bright image struggles back.' a wonderful introduction for a trip down memory lane, transported into a boat ride down the rhine