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 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,
In honor of it being six days since the onset of yet another November, I'm sharing the poem (as I've done for many years during this month) that's atop today's blog entry as my "segment" for this one hundredth and one segment of my Tuesday's Truths series.
Today is also the day for midterm elections in the United States and I'm certain there are people on both sides of the aisle who are hoping for a "NO" to be had in the election's outcome.
Be that as it may, this poem is by Thomas Hood. I've written about Hood a few times here on Blogger. If you'd like to reference my posts re him, please click here.