TO A PAINTER.
I've sailed an ocean to behold the Rhine,
That world of beauty bursting on the view,—
But now your canvas wafts to me the vine
And rock-clad hills long since I wandered through.
Twin-castled River, far away no more,—
What further need the Atlantic wave to plough?
You've brought old Coblentz to my very door,
And Ehrenbreitstein is my neighbor now!