the first real november day, in all its dreariness and empty, silent fields.
no sun - no moon
no morn - no noon
no dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day
no sky - no earthly view
no distance looking blue
(...)
no warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease
no comfortable feel in any member
no shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees
no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds...
november
(by thomas hood)
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