LX.

Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu! There can be no farewell to scene like thine; The mind is coloured by thy every hue; And if reluctantly the eyes resign Their cherished gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine! 'Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise; More mighty spots may rise--more glaring shine,[iv] But none unite in one attaching maze The brilliant, fair, and soft,--the glories of old days,