Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver; Thro' the wave that runs for ever; By the island in the river.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver; Thro' the wave that runs for ever; By the island in the river.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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