It's not the case, though some might wish it so br Who from a window watch the blizzard blow br br White riot through their branches vague and stark, br That they keep snug beneath their pelted bark. br br They take affliction in until it jells br To crystal ice between their frozen cells, br br And each of them is inwardly a vault br Of jewels rigorous and free of fault, br br Unglimpsed until in May it gently bears br A sudden crop of green-pronged solitaires.