 The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Algypug. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Algypug. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Algypug. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Bruce Kachuk. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Caitlin Buckley. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Chad Horner from Liverpool. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by David Lawrence. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Elaine Conway, England. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Newgate Novelist. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Frazier Prescott. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Graham Scott Cheltenham England, GrahamScottAudio.com. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Ian King. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Joseph Campbell. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Kessie. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Kevin S. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Leanne Howlett. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Lynette Colkins, Monument, Colorado. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Nima. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Phil Shempf. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, the winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The night is freezing fast, by A. E. Houseman, read for Libbybox.org, by Tuvarish. The night is freezing fast, tomorrow comes December, and winterfalls of old are with me from the past, and chiefly I remember how Dick would hate the cold. Fall winter, fall, for he prompt hand and headpiece clever has woven a winter robe, and made of earth and sea his overcoat for ever, and wears the turning globe. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.