'Song of the Kettle'

Published in The Cricket on the Hearth. A Fairy Tale of Home (Bradbury and Evans, December 1845), p.7.

Dickens, Charles

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Dickens, Charles. 'Song of the Kettle' (1845). Dickens Search. Eds. Emily Middleton and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1846-12-Song_of_the_Kettle.

It’s a dark night, sang the Kettle, and the rotten leaves are lying by the way; and, above, all is mist and darkness, and below, all is mire and clay; and there’s only one relief in all the sad and murky air; and I don’t know that it is one, for it’s nothing but a glare, of deep and angry crimson, where the sun and wind together, set a brand upon the clouds for being guilty of such weather; and the widest open country is a long dull streak of black; and there’s hoar-frost on the finger-post, and thaw upon the track; and the ice it isn’t water, and the water isn’t free; and you couldn’t say that anything is what it ought to be; but he’s coming, coming, coming!—