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
