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leave us: you will see the Rhine, And those fair hills I sail'd below, When I was there with him; and go By summer belts of wheat and vine

To where he breathed his latest breath, That City. All her splendour seems No livelier than the wisp that gleams On Lethe in the eyes of Death.

Let her great Danube rolling fair Enwind her isles, unmarked of me: I have not seen, I will not see Vienna; rather dream that there,

A treble darkness, evil haunts The birth, the bridal; friend from friend, Is oftener parted, fathers bend Above more graves, a thousand wants