Em Am Em Am
November’s days are thirty:
Em C Em Am
November’s earth is dirty,
Em D Em Am
Those thirty days, from first to last;
C D Em
And the prettiest things on ground are the paths
Am Em Am Em
With morning and evening hobnails dinted,
C D Em
With foot and wing-tip overprinted
F C E7
Or separately charactered,
F G Am D
Of little beast and little bird.
C G Am D
The fields are mashed by sheep, the roads
Dm Am
Make the worst going, the best the woods
G Am
Where dead leaves upward and downward scatter.
Few care for the mixture of earth and water,
Twig, leaf, flint, thorn,
Straw, feather, all that men scorn,
Pounded up and sodden by flood,
Condemned as mud.
But of all the months when earth is greener
Not one has clean skies that are cleaner.
Clean and clear and sweet and cold,
They shine above the earth so old,
While the after-tempest cloud
Sails over in silence though winds are loud,
Till the full moon in the east
Looks at the planet in the west
And earth is silent as it is black,
Yet not unhappy for its lack.
Up from the dirty earth men stare;
One imagines a refuge there
Above the mud, in the pure bright
Of the cloudless heavenly light:
Another loves earth and November more dearly
Because without them, he sees clearly,
The sky would be nothing more to his eye
Than he, in any case, is to the sky;
He loves even the mud whose dyes
Renounce all brightness to the skies.
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