I STOOD on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing, And I said, 'O years that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?' Seas at my feet were flowing, Waves on the shingle pouring, Old Year roaring and blowing, And New Year blowing and roaring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW BEN JONSON ENTERTAINS A MAN FROM STRATFORD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |