One of the most
unpopular, unloved months, especially in temperate zones. Nearly every bit of flora and fauna has died or is hibernating. A dreary world of grey and
brown.
Darkness comes early, but the coziness of Christmastime is yet far away.
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 road--no street--no "t'other side this
way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents
go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No
go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
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!
--Thomas
Hood, 1829
