November in England

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 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 travelling 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!