There's snow on the fields, <br />And cold in the cottage, <br />While I sit in the chimney nook <br />Supping hot pottage. <br />My clothes are soft and warm, <br />Fold upon fold, <br />But I'm so sorry for the poor <br />Out in the cold.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-snow-on-the-fields/
