John Greenleaf Whittier's version, from his famous poem, "Snowbound":

"Within our beds awhile we heard
The wind that round the gables roared,
With now and then a ruder shock,
Which made our very bedsteads rock.
We heard the loosened clapboards tost,
The board-nails snapping in the frost;
And on us, through the unplastered wall,
Felt the light sifted snow-flakes fall."

My version (as his brother, Matthew Franklin Whittier, reincarnated):

"Cold as shit, the night it was,
the fierce wind blew with with shake and buzz!
Gaps between the wall-boards, big as quarters
bore testament to thrifty mortars,
bringing in the bitter blizzard
while no warmth came from empty gizzard!"