Isabel Ecclestone MacKay's Cold, Colourless, Bitter, Empty, Lonely, Dreary November

An old poem for the New Month by daughter of Woodstock, Ontario Isabel Ecclestone MacKay. This one comes from Between the Lights, her 1904 collection published by William Briggs.

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