A Pool Was Once Congeal'D With Frost; The Frogs, In Its Deep Waters Lost, No Longer Dared To Croak Or Spring; But Promised, Being Half Asleep, If Suffer'D To The Air To Creep, As Very Nightingales To Sing. A Thaw Dissolved The Ice So Strong, They Proudly Steer'D Themselves Along, When Landed, Squatted On The Shore, And Croak'D As Loudly As Before.