"Yea, I have looked, and seen November there;
The changeless seal of change it seemed to be,
Fair death of things that, living once, were fair;
Bright sign of loneliness too great for me,
Strange image of the dread eternity,
In whose void patience how can these have part,
These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?"
The changeless seal of change it seemed to be,
Fair death of things that, living once, were fair;
Bright sign of loneliness too great for me,
Strange image of the dread eternity,
In whose void patience how can these have part,
These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?"
William Morris, November
Jessie M King
Quick, before I forget November
Like I have skipped dear October
But
So much happened these last few weeks
Impossible moments, forgotten tasks
Heavy and new, but mostly unexpected
Like this November sun
Bright and cold at the same time
Who knew
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