There’s Nothing Like the Sun + 

There’s nothing like the sun as the year dies, + 

Kind as it can be, this world being made so, + 

To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies, + 

To all things that it touches except snow, + 

Whether on mountain side or street of town. + 

The south wall warms me: November has begun, + 

Yet never shone the sun as fair as now + 

While the sweet last-left damsons from the bough + 

With spangles of the morning’s storm drop down + 

Because the starling shakes it, whistling what + 

Once swallows sang. But I have not forgot + 

That there is nothing, too, like March’s sun, + 

Like April’s, or July’s, or June’s, or May’s, + 

Or January’s, or February’s, great days: + 

And August, September, October, and December + 

Have equal days, all different from November. + 

No day of any month but I have said⁠— + 

Or, if I could live long enough, should say⁠— + 

“There’s nothing like the sun that shines to-day.” + 

There’s nothing like the sun till we are dead. + 