Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
They say the ice age ended years ago. Why are there icicles everywhere?Zhenkai pen name Beo Dao Zhao
Nuit blanche de gla c° ons et de neige cruelle! White night of icicles and bitter snow!Ste phane Mallarme
When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl: To-who; To-whit, to-who – A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.