The cold earth slept below; <br /> Above the cold sky shone; <br /> And all around, <br /> With a chilling sound, <br /> From caves of ice and fields of snow <br /> The breath of night like death did flow <br /> Beneath the sinking moon. <br /> <br /> The wintry hedge was black; <br /> The green grass was not seen; <br /> The birds did rest <br /> On the bare thorn's breast, <br /> Whose roots, beside the pathway track, <br /> Had bound their folds o'er many a crack <br /> Which the frost had made between. <br /> <br /> Thine eyes glow'd in the glare <br /> Of the moon's dying light; <br /> As a fen-fire's beam <br /> On a sluggish stream <br /> Gleams dimly--so the moon shone there, <br /> And it yellow'd the strings of thy tangled hair, <br /> That shook in the wind of night. <br /> <br /> The moon made thy lips pale, belov{`e}d; <br /> The wind made thy bosom chill; <br /> The night did shed <br /> On thy dear head <br /> Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie <br /> Where the bitter breath of the naked sky <br /> Might visit thee at will.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-the-cold-earth-slept-below/
