IV + 

On the Rhine + 

Vain is the effort to forget. + 

Some day I shall be cold, I know, + 

As is the eternal moonlit snow + 

Of the high Alps, to which I go: + 

But ah, not yet! not yet! + 

Vain is the agony of grief. + 

’Tis true, indeed, an iron knot + 

Ties straitly up from mine thy lot, + 

And were it snapt⁠—thou lov’st me not! + 

But is despair relief? + 

Awhile let me with thought have done; + 

And as this brimm’d unwrinkled Rhine, + 

And that far purple mountain line, + 

Lie sweetly in the look divine + 

Of the slow-sinking sun; + 

So let me lie, and calm as they + 

Let beam upon my inward view + 

Those eyes of deep, soft, lucent hue⁠— + 

Eyes too expressive to be blue, + 

Too lovely to be grey. + 

Ah, Quiet, all things feel thy balm! + 

Those blue hills too, this river’s flow, + 

Were restless once, but long ago. + 

Tam’d is their turbulent youthful glow: + 

Their joy is in their calm. + 