Nothing to go by and nowhere to go,
All through the fall of the beautiful snow.
O, the slush! the ineffable slush!
Snow, mud, and fog churned to maddening mush,
Slush that slips in through the boots on your feet,
Slush that slops up to your chimney-pot neat.
Into town—into country—wherever you rush
Nothing to-day but ineffable slush:
Bedraggled merino and velvet and plush
Trail through the swamps of ineffable slush.