A widow bird sate mourning for her Love <br />Upon a wintry bough; <br />The frozen wind crept on above, <br />The freezing stream below. <br /> <br />There was no leaf upon the forest bare, <br />No flower upon the ground, <br />And little motion in the air <br />Except the mill-wheel's sound.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-widow-bird-sate-mourning-for-her-love/
