  A sweet still night of the vintage time, Where the Rhone goes down to the sea; The distant sound of a midnight chime Comes over the wave to me. Only the hills and the stars o’erhead Bring back dreams of the days long dead, While the Rhone goes down to the sea. The years are long, and the world is wide, And we all went down to the sea; The ripples splash as we onward glide, And I dream they are here with me— All lost friends whom we all loved so, In the old mad life of long ago, Who all went down to the sea. So we passed in the golden days With the summer down to the sea. And come not again to me. I am here alone with the night wind’s sigh, The fading stars, and a dream gone by, And the Rhone going down to the sea. |
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