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 Each reed that grows in Our stream is frozen, The fields it flows in Are hard and black; The water‑fairy Waits wise and wary Till time shall vary And thaws come back. 'O sister, water,' The wind besought her, 'O twin‑born daughter Of spring with me, Stay with me, play with me, Take the warm way with me, Straight for the summer and oversea.'

But winds will vary, And wise and wary