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
Thomas Hood


Rim said...

Bonne nuit et rĂªves doux.

Rimshot said...

"No phone, no lights no motor cars,
Not a single luxury..."

Mel said...

No doubt, November.


BTW-I rather like it!