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!