The Night Is Freezing Fast

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Title:     The Night Is Freezing Fast
Author: A. E. Housman [More Titles by Housman]

The night is freezing fast,
To-morrow comes December;
And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
And chiefly I remember
How Dick would hate the cold.

Fall, winter, fall; for he,
Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
His overcoat for ever,
And wears the turning globe.

[The end]
A. E. Housman's poem: Night Is Freezing Fast

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