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0 WHY am I beholden,

my heart, to understand

Hen,

thy sorrow, to some olden

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gossip of fairy-land.

duidttlt,

Cool is the air. In stately

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stillness beneath the line

Jihtll

of peaks, accepting greatly

the sunset, moves the Rhine,

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High on the rock, as cruel

as that but 0 how fair,

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a woman—one great jewel—

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sits combing her gold hair.

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