A Television Literary Quiz

"All shod with steel,
We hiss along the polish'd ice in games
Confederate, imitative of the chase
And woodland pleasures, the resounding horn,
The Pack loud bellowing, and the hunted hare.
So through the darkness and the cold we flew.
And not a voice was idle; with the din,
Meanwhile, the precipices rang aloud,
The leafless trees, and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars,
Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away"

Who wrote it? Do you like it?
Alan Brien asks John Betjeman, David Cecil, Alison Lurie, Claire Tomalin