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but without shutting the door. She steps into the background: he advances to the hearth, removes the guard, stirs up the smouldering fire, and arranges several chestnuts ready to roast.]
October.
Crack your first nut and light your first fire,
Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar;
Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher,
Logs are cheery as sun or as star,
Logs we can find wherever we are.
Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar;
Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher,
Logs are cheery as sun or as star,
Logs we can find wherever we are.
Spring one soft day will open the leaves,
Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers;
Never fancy my whistling wind grieves,
Never fancy I've tears in my showers;
Dance, nights and days! and dance on, my hours!
Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers;
Never fancy my whistling wind grieves,
Never fancy I've tears in my showers;
Dance, nights and days! and dance on, my hours!
[Sees November approaching.]
October.
Here comes my youngest sister, looking dim
And grim,
With dismal ways.
What cheer, November?
And grim,
With dismal ways.
What cheer, November?
November.
[Entering and shutting the door.]
Nought have I to bring
Tramping a-chill and shivering,
Except these pine-cones for a blaze,—
Except a fog which follows,
Tramping a-chill and shivering,
Except these pine-cones for a blaze,—
Except a fog which follows,
