The Rhine flows on, as it did of yore;
The boatman fancies a chant is heard
At vesper hour roll from the shore,
And die in the clouds of nevermore,
From the ruined convent Marienburg.
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The Rhine flows on, as it did of yore;
The boatman fancies a chant is heard
At vesper hour roll from the shore,
And die in the clouds of nevermore,
From the ruined convent Marienburg.