Work! work! work! While the cock is crowing aloof! And work—work—work, Till the stars shine through the roof! - Thomas Hood

No sun—no moon—no morn—no noon,
No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day,
No warmth—no cheerfulness—no healthful ease,
No road, no street, no t' other side the way,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!

Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last."

There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.