The night is freezing fast
The night is freezing fast,To-morrow comes December;And winterfalls of oldAre with me from the past;And chiefly I rememberHow 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 seaHis overcoat for ever,And wears the turning globe.
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