It's really a bore.
Of course it's too bad to be true, for the weather
So settled has seemed, and has promised so well,
And why it should go and break up altogether
Nobody can tell.
Tap! Tap! Yes, it's true, it is certainly dropping.
Things seem—for the moment—a bit out of joint,
For of course there is not the least fear of its stopping
At such a low point.
No, no, that's absurd; the idea makes one pallid.