[149] KÖLN–BRÜSSEL–LONDON

Ach, mir war seltsam. Nach dem Start erwog ich,
Ob’s komisch sei,...

[41] London.

Im Osten Londons herrscht’s, des Winters Weh:
Mit starrem Frost, mit Eis und Sturm und Schnee
Ist...

I Stood, one Sunday morning,
Before a large church door,
The congregation gathered,
And carriages a score,—
From one out stepped a lady
I oft had seen before.

Her hand was on a prayer-book,
And held a vinaigrette;
The sign of man’...

Proud and lowly, beggar and lord,
  Over the bridge they go;
Rags and velvet, fetter and sword,
  Poverty, pomp, and woe.
Laughing, weeping, hurrying ever,
  Hour by hour they crowd along,
While, below, the mighty river
  Sings them all a...

Earth has not anything to show more fair;
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This city now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie...

Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
  From west to east the sweet wind carried;
The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
  His light in all the city tarried:
The clouds on viewless columns bloomed
Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.

“O sweetheart, see! how...