No distance looking blue

A couple of days ago I quote a couple of lines from the pessimistic poem about this month from Thomas Hood; Hood was born in the spring of May 1799 in London, and died at a similar time of year aged only forty-five in 1845; he was an English poet, author and humorist so his November poem is no doubt tongue in cheek! Here’s the rest of it:

No!

No sun    –    no moon!
No morn  –  no noon –
No dawn –
No sky – no earthly view –
No distance looking blue –
No road – no street – no “t’other side the 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!

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