What could it have been that had wrought such a change, for on leaving Bingen the wine was sweet and good?
Between this point and Bingen, the Rhine makes its passage through the mountains.
But I must hurry on; there is all the glorious Rhine to Bingen to ascend.
That is young Norton, son of the woman who wrote Bingen on the Rhine.
We were bound up the Niederwald, the mountain opposite Bingen, whose noble crown of forest attracted us.
"She has not always been the Gretchen B., of Bingen," he replied.
So he made the journey to Bingen, and stayed four days with Hildegard.
Not a single reference, as yet, to that last talk we had at Bingen.
I left you turning the corner of Bingen, now let me describe what there presented itself.
We came at last to Bingen, the southern gate of the highlands.