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.
Xx: The Night Is Freezing Fast
Alfred Edward Housman
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Poem topics: hate, night, remember, sea, earth, fast, cold, december, winter, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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