After experiences there, Byron penned his goodbyes.
Adieu to thee, fair Rhine.
How long delighted
The stranger would linger his way
Thine is.a scene alike where souls united
Or lonely contemplation thus might stray
And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey
On self condemning bosoms, it were here
where nature, nor too somber nor too gay
wild but not rude, awful yet not austere
Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
Adieu to thee again, a vain adieu
There can be no farewell to scene like thine
The mind is colored by thy every hue
The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been
In mockery of men's art and there withal
A race of faces happy as the scene
Whose fertile bounties here extend to all
Still spring over thy banks
through empires hear them fall.
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