So winter closed its fist br And got it stuck in the pump. br The plunger froze up a lump br br In its throat, ice founding itself br Upon iron. The handle br Paralysed at an angle. br br Then the twisting of wheat straw br into ropes, lapping them tight br Round stem and snout, then a light br br That sent the pump up in a flame br It cooled, we lifted her latch, br Her entrance was wet, and she came.