The Old Year's gone away To nothingness and night; We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place In either shade or sun: The last year he'd a neighbour's face, In this he's known by none. All nothing everywhere: Mists we on mornings see Have more of substance when they're here And more of form than he. He was a friend by every fire, In every cot and hall -- A guest to every heart's desire, And now he's nought at all. Old papers thrown away, Old garments cast aside, The talk of yesterday, All things identified; But times once torn away No voices can recall: The eve of New Year's Day Left the Old Year lost to all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 5 by JOHN M. DAGNALL EARTH TO EARTH by JOHN DAVIDSON A NYMPH'S SONG; OF THE TRUE HAPPINESS by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN |