ENGLAND (W.H.DAVIES) We have no grass locked up in ice so fast That cattle cut their faces and at last, When it is reached,must lie them down and starve, With bleeding mouths that freeze too hard to move. We have not that delirious state of cold That makes men warm and sing when in Death's hold.ENGLAND (W. H. DAVIES) We have no grass locked up in ice so fast That cattle cut their faces and at last, When it is reached, must lie them down and starve, With bleeding mouths that freeze too hard to move. We have not that delirious state of cold That makes men warm and sing when in Death’s hold