Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, -
Weave him a coffin of rush,
Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow,
Raise him a tombstone of snow.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-in-the-cold-a-song-singing-thrush/
