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The blush, the light, the gorgeous glow of Eve / Waned from the radiant chambers of the west; / Now, twilight's robe, dim, orient shadows weave: / One star, gleams faintly lustrous, in the east; / Far down it shines, on the blue Danube's breast, / As calmly, wavelessly its waters glide / On to th' appointed regions of their rest, / The Sea, profound and hoary, waste and wide; / Whose black'ning billows swell in ever restless pride.
High o'er the river rose a rocky hill, / With barren sides, precipitous, and steep: / There, 'gainst the sunset heav'ns, serene, and still / Frown'd the dark turrets of a feudal Keep. / Its folded flag, hung in the air asleep; / The breathless beauty of the Summer night / Gave not that Austrian standard, to the sweep / Of fresh'ning Zepyr, or wild Storm-blast's might; / But motionless, it drooped, in eve's soft, dying light