isgebinde, oþðæt oþer com
gear in geardas, swa nu gyt doð
þa ðe syngales sele bewitiað,
wuldortorhtan weder. Ða wæs winter scacen,
fæger foldan bearm.
-- Beowulf, lines 1130-1135
. . . winter locked the waters in icy bond, until another year
came to the homes of men, even as still they do, weathers
glorious and bright that in endless succession observe the
seasons. Then winter had departed, fair was the bosom of the earth.
-- tr. J.R.R. Tolkien