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Am Rhein.
AM RHEIN .
BERNABD B ABKEB , in the West End . HEBE , in an old world German town ,
Smoking , I sit at an attic casement ; Shafts from the west , where the stm goes down , Strike the slant roofs with a moment ' s amazement . Kindle yon cluster ¦ - . Of chimneys with lustre , Glow on the gables , where pigeon-folk muster .
So ! all of a sudden the sunlight's lost—Whish , from the gable-ends , fifty wings flutter ; Loose leaflets shiver , litter is tossed , Spun into circles and twirled in the gutter ; Then the small , fretful Wind grows regretful , Sighs into silence , is soothed , and forgetful .
Down in the street there dim figures pass—Peasants , with echoing wooden shoes , mostly ; Later the priests , coming homeward from mass , Clad in long cassock , grim-featured and ghostly ; Last , a young yellow-Hair'd wine-happy fellow
, Trolling a student-song tenderly mellow . Dwindles the daylight , gathers . the gloom , Home-gleams peep out , here and there , through the shutters ; Hark ! with a solemn and somnolent boom , Seven the minster clock measuredly utters ;
Slowly the sound dies , Floats o ' er the bound ' ries , Swoons up the slopes where the dark hills around rise . Still I sit watching . AU my cigar's Warm life has endedas mine . mustin ashes ;
, , Night , the soft broad-bosom'd mother of stars , Soon the last ling ' ring of twilight abashes ; Only a lapping , Low , liquid flip-flapping ,
Is heard where the Rhine ' s lips are sucking and sapping .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Am Rhein.
AM RHEIN .
BERNABD B ABKEB , in the West End . HEBE , in an old world German town ,
Smoking , I sit at an attic casement ; Shafts from the west , where the stm goes down , Strike the slant roofs with a moment ' s amazement . Kindle yon cluster ¦ - . Of chimneys with lustre , Glow on the gables , where pigeon-folk muster .
So ! all of a sudden the sunlight's lost—Whish , from the gable-ends , fifty wings flutter ; Loose leaflets shiver , litter is tossed , Spun into circles and twirled in the gutter ; Then the small , fretful Wind grows regretful , Sighs into silence , is soothed , and forgetful .
Down in the street there dim figures pass—Peasants , with echoing wooden shoes , mostly ; Later the priests , coming homeward from mass , Clad in long cassock , grim-featured and ghostly ; Last , a young yellow-Hair'd wine-happy fellow
, Trolling a student-song tenderly mellow . Dwindles the daylight , gathers . the gloom , Home-gleams peep out , here and there , through the shutters ; Hark ! with a solemn and somnolent boom , Seven the minster clock measuredly utters ;
Slowly the sound dies , Floats o ' er the bound ' ries , Swoons up the slopes where the dark hills around rise . Still I sit watching . AU my cigar's Warm life has endedas mine . mustin ashes ;
, , Night , the soft broad-bosom'd mother of stars , Soon the last ling ' ring of twilight abashes ; Only a lapping , Low , liquid flip-flapping ,
Is heard where the Rhine ' s lips are sucking and sapping .