A few tossed thrushes save br That carolled less than cried br Against the dying rave br And moan that never died, br No bird sang then; no thorn, br No tree was green beside br Them only never shorn - br The few by all the winds br And chill mutations born br Of Winter's many minds br Abused and whipt in vain - br Swarth yew and ivy kinds br And iron breeds germane.