Gray stands the tower tall,
Girded round by moat and wall,
There a maiden, all the day,
Sings to while the hours a way.
Through summer's golden hours,
Through the spring-time's silver show'rs,
Through the autumn's scarlet glow,
Through winter's reign of snow.
"Spin, spin, the live-long day,
Here with-in my tow'r I stay;
While the whirling spindle flies,
To my song the wheel replies."
Rumpelstiltskin
Scott Gustafson
"The Spinning Maiden"
Hugo Jungst
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