Two Songs , opus 56

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I wander north, I wander south,
  I rest me where I please. . . .
See how the river-banks are nipped
  beneath the autumn breeze!
Yet what care I if autumn blasts
  the river-banks lay bare?
The loss of hue to river-banks
  is the river-banks' affair.