O the clammy cold November,
⁠And the winter white and dead,
And the terror dumb with stupor,
⁠And the sky a sheet of lead;
And events that came resounding
⁠With the cry that All was lost,
Like the thunder-cracks of massy ice
⁠In intensity of frost—
Bursting one upon another
⁠Through the horror of the calm.
⁠The paralysis of arm
In the anguish of the heart;
And the hollowness and dearth.
⁠The appealings of the mother
⁠To brother and to brother
Not in hatred so to part—
And the fissure in the hearth