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 the Rhine, in the beautiful river, The mighty shadow is thrown, With its great cathedral, Of holy and great Cologne.

One picture in the cathedral, On gilded leather wrought, Unto my life's wild sorrow Hath gracious comfort brought:

The dear Madonna, with floating Angels and flowers above; The eyes and the lips and the contours Are all just those of my love.

Lotus-flower doth languish Beneath the sun's fierce light; With drooping head she waiteth All dreamily for night.

The Moon is her true lover, He wakes her with his glance: To him she unveils gladly Her gentle countenance.