A wid0w bird sate m0urning f0r her l0ve Up0n a wintry b0ugh; The frozen wind crept 0n ab0ve, The freezing stream bel0w. There was n0 leaf up0n the f0rest bare, N0 fl0wer up0n the gr0und, And little m0ti0n in the air Except the mill-wheel's s0und.