November Night
The days are getting shorter
And soon the night will gain
An hour on the border
Of its Stygian domain
I watch the crescent moon adorn
The stars in tremulous white
While westward sink her dusky horns
On this bleak November night
The days are getting colder
And soon the frost will come
And I am getting older
And I am growing numb
I watch the stars behind a cloud
Slip shyly out of sight
I shiver, envious of their shroud
On this bleak November night.
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