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II. Near Lauffenberg.
On Lauffen's river, green and swift,
The rays of morning shine;
Bright mists are on the hills adrift,
The breathing of the Rhine.
The rays of morning shine;
Bright mists are on the hills adrift,
The breathing of the Rhine.
The flood, the hills, the hazy veil,
Of other scenes remind,
Where shines a lake in Loughrigg dale,
Where Rotha's waters wind:
Of other scenes remind,
Where shines a lake in Loughrigg dale,
Where Rotha's waters wind:
An ivied cot by Rotha's side,
Beneath a rocky knoll;
And Her, its ornament and pride,
The treasure of my soul:
Beneath a rocky knoll;
And Her, its ornament and pride,
The treasure of my soul:
Her store of all the heart could crave
To make her beauty dear,
Her sorrows, and her early grave,
The cause that I am here.
To make her beauty dear,
Her sorrows, and her early grave,
The cause that I am here.
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