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.