Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Percy Bysshe Shelley CCLXV. A widow bird sate mourning for her LoveA
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel’s sound.