I saw, before, and underneath my feet,
A lake, whose frozen surface liker seemed
To glass than water. Not so thick a veil
In winter e’er hath Austrian Danube spread
O’er his still course, nor Tanais, far remote
Under the chilling sky. Rolled o’er that mass
Had Tabernich or Pietrapana fallen
Not even its rim had creaked.
As peeps the frog,