To their ear-tips mules sprawl’d in it!
It couldn’t be chain’d off,
It wouldn’t be drain’d off;
It couldn’t be tied up,
It wouldn’t be dried up;
It couldn’t be shut down,
It wouldn’t be cut down.
Riders gladly abroad would have shipp’d it,
Walkers gladly at home would have skipp’d it.
Frost bak’d it,