Thomas Hood — 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!