The night is freezing fast


The night is freezing fast
    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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