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You leave us: you will see the Rhine, / And those fair hills I sail'd below, / When I was there with him; and go / By summer belts of wheat and vine
To where he breathed his latest breath, / That City. All her splendour seems / No livelier than the wisp that gleams / On Lethe in the eyes of Death.