No!
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 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!