No sun no moon
No morn no noon
No dawn no dusk no proper time of day
No sky no earthly view
No distance looking blue
No road no street no t'other side the way
No end to any Row
No indications where the Crescents go
No top to any steeple
No recognitions of familiar people
No courtesies for showing 'em
No knowing 'em
No traveling at all no locomotion
No inkling of the way no notion
No go by land or ocean
No mail no post
No news from any foreign coast
No Park no Ring no afternoon gentility
No company no nobility
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease
No comfortable feel in any member
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds
November