NOVEMBER’S GLOOM
With chill November mist in darkened air,
With hearts of men imbued with doubt and gloom;
And in the wide, wide world no couch, no room;
No rest for weary feet; with friends unfair,
Or cannot understand, nor yet can bear
To bring one bud of friendship’s failing bloom;
Affection gone that once hailed bride and groom—
Ah then, ’tis triumph true, or death’s despair.