No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon!
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day –
No sky – no earthly view –
No distance looking blue –
No road – no street – no “t’other side this 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 –
This is one of the many comic verses Thomas Hood wrote in his short life, so we shouldn’t take it as a totally accurate reflection of the Novembers of his time, except to note that many would probably have been cold ones, as the so called ‘little ice age’ persisted throughout his lifetime in the early 19th century. It’s probably not a very reliable forecast for 2010, but time will tell. I, for one, imagine that there will be fruits, flowers, leaves, and birds. Well, I hope so.