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Cold is the wind where Daphne sleeps, / That was so tender and so warm / With loving, -- with a loveliness / Than her own laurel lovelier.
Now pipes the bitter wind for her, / And the snow sifts about her door, / While far below her frosty hill / The racing billows plunge and boom.