Oh wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea; My plaidie to the angryairt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee.

-Burns, Robert
  'Oh wert thou in the cauld blast', stanza1.

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear. See Marvell 556:62.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  The Waste Land, pt.3,'The Fire Sermon'.