by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

The night is freezing fast
Language: English 
The night is freezing fast,
  To-morrow comes December;
    And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
  And chiefly I remember
    How Dick would hate the cold.
 
Fall, winter, fall; for he,
  Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
    Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
  His overcoat for ever,
    And wears the turning globe.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-18
Line count: 12
Word count: 58