Classic Poem

Im Rhein, im schönen Strome

In the Rhine, that stream of wonder,
 The great, the holy Cologne
Is mirrored, and there under
 The waves the Cathedral is shown.

The Cathedral has within it
 A portrait done in gold;
And, in my wild life's sin, it
 Has taken a wondrous hold.

Mid flowers and angels she stands there
 Our Lady we bow before . . .
But the eyes and the lips and the hands there
 Are those of the one I adore!