Take heed thou do not trample with thy feet The heads of the tired, miserable brothers!” Whereat I turned me round, and saw before me And underfoot a lake, that from the frost The semblance had of glass, and not of water. So thick a veil ne’er made upon its current In winter-time Danube in Austria, Nor there beneath the frigid sky the Don, As there was here; so that if Tambernich 483 Had fallen upon it, or Pietrapana, E’en at the edge ’twould not have given a creak. And as to croak the frog doth place himself With muzzle out of water⁠—when is dreaming Of gleaning oftentimes the peasant-girl⁠— Livid, as far down as where shame appears, Were the disconsolate shades within the ice, Setting their teeth unto the note of storks. Each one his countenance held downward bent; From mouth the cold, from eyes the doleful heart Among them witness of itself procures. When round about me somewhat I had looked, I downward turned me, and saw two so close, The hair upon their heads together mingled.