"Andernacht" [poem]
We have wound a weary way, a
Twilights mists are gathering grey,
Purple now the hills are showing
Bright the western clouds are glowing
Lashing on with giant force,
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Rolls the Rhine his sullen course,
Flash his waves with flamy red,
Eddying oer their basalt bed,
Now with wide expanded breast
Now between the hills compressed,
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Ever noble, ever free,
Flows his river majesty
Now upon the evening skies,
Andernachtʼs grey ruins rise, 1
Memorials of the Roman power, 2
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Buttress and battlement and tower,
Decaying, falling fast away,
The monuments of Caesars sway,
In heaps together loosely thrown,
The sculptured head, inscriptioned stone
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Unguarded now the bridges length,
And failing fast its arches strength
The green sod in the moat is growing
The cold wind in the chambers blowing
And flapping through the thin night air
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The owl and bat the tenants there,