Trèves and its bridge are shut out by the trees, and the river nymphs surround us with garlands and with song.
Now our boat adown the stream
Floats, as in a happy dream,—
Thoughts to fancy’s kingdom go,
There, like waters, tranquil flow;
Airy palaces they build
Where our kindred spirits dwell,
Who with woven sunbeams gild
Regions that we love so well.