Charles Lloyd - To November lyrics

Dismal November! me it soothes to view, At parting day, the scanty foliage fall From the wet fruit tree, or the grey stone wall, Whose cold films glisten with unwholesome dew; To watch the yellow mists from the dank earth Enfold the neighbouring copse; while on as they pa** The silent rain-drops bend the long rank gra** Which wraps some blossom's unmaturéd birth. And through my cot's lone lattice glimmering grey Thy damp chill evenings have a charm for me, Dismal November! for strange vacancy Summoneth then my very heart away! Till from mist-hidden spire comes the slow knell, And says, that in the still air d**h doth dwell!