Vasile Alecsandri

“ Sails a flock of carrion-corbies, hoarsely croaking as they fly.
Short the days; grim Winter nears us, riding on the Northern blast;
In the chimney howls the storm-cry, while the children sit aghast;
Oxen bellow, horses whinny; dogs of barking never tire,
And the weary peasants, shiv'ring, huddle closely round the fire. ”