The night is freezing fast

by A. E. Housman

    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.