The tower of lahneck.
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Rowed through the castle's bright reflection cast
Over the Lahn. And no one paused for them.
The steersman had been busy at his helm,
The miller thought of home.
They had strayed far
That sunny day; none in the distant town
They left behind, knew whither, or would think
To seek them here.
The stars shone thick above.
The gloom below was studded here and there
By clustered village lights; the firefly lit
His lamp among the osiers. Ida still
Crouched by the parapet, her folded arms
Pillowing her head. She had awhile exchanged
Her sorrow for another's, and in thought
Mourned for her own lost self, and wearied time
With questions of her fate. Once Margaret spoke
Words of faint comfort, but she, looking up,
Answered with dreary smiling, "Hope thou not,
Unless we make, like rosy Ganymede,
Steeds of the eagles!" Now bright floods of light
Streamed from the windows of the Lahnstein inn
Over the Lahn. And no one paused for them.
The steersman had been busy at his helm,
The miller thought of home.
They had strayed far
That sunny day; none in the distant town
They left behind, knew whither, or would think
To seek them here.
The stars shone thick above.
The gloom below was studded here and there
By clustered village lights; the firefly lit
His lamp among the osiers. Ida still
Crouched by the parapet, her folded arms
Pillowing her head. She had awhile exchanged
Her sorrow for another's, and in thought
Mourned for her own lost self, and wearied time
With questions of her fate. Once Margaret spoke
Words of faint comfort, but she, looking up,
Answered with dreary smiling, "Hope thou not,
Unless we make, like rosy Ganymede,
Steeds of the eagles!" Now bright floods of light
Streamed from the windows of the Lahnstein inn
