THE old Catholic City was still, In the Minster the vespers were sung, And, re-echoed in cadences shrill, The last call of the trumpet had rung; While, across the broad stream of the Rhine, The full Moon cast a silvery zone; And, methought, as I gazed on its shine, "Surely that is the Eau de Cologne." I inquired not the place of its source, If it ran to the east or the west; But my heart took a note of its course, That it flow'd towards Her I love best -- That it flow'd towards Her I love best, Like those wandering thoughts of my own, And the fancy such sweetness possess'd, That the Rhine seemed all Eau de Cologne! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER NO PLEDGES by FLORA J. ARNSTEIN CONFLICT BEFORE VICTORY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BLACK RIDERS: 16 by STEPHEN CRANE |