' A winter such as when birds die 

 In the deep forests, and the fishes lie 

 Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes 

 Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes 

 A wrinkled clod, as hard as brick ; and when 

 Among their children, comfortable man 

 Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold ; 

 Alas ! then, for the homeless beggar old.' 



Shelley. 



