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When autumn winds the river grieve, / And autumn mists about it creep, / The river maids all shivering leave / The stream, and singing, sink to sleep.
The keen-toothed wind, the bitter snow / Alike are impotent to break / The spell of sleep that laid them low -- / The lovely ladies will not wake.