the air is cool crisp clean fresh darkens quiet flows the Rhine
thrilling tops steep mountains sparkle in evening's after-shine
so strange a heart wounding sadness seems to mist air Rhine
fairy-tale mists in from times unseen won't fog vanish in mind
it is an enchantment the night air crystal clear it is a mind mist
daughter rivers flow into father Rhine as stories written in mist
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes this is law of nature. Daughter river flow into father Rhine...good one.