THEY bid me welcome in the proud New Year, Crowned with delight, his Minister the Sun -- Monarch, whose sumptuous reign has just begun: Nay, I am deaf -- their shouts I do not hear -- I miss a voice that long ago was dear; A tender voice, whose lightest call had won My ear, my heart, my life, till life were done: -- That voice is silent -- theirs I will not hear. A little bird that finds the winter cold Comes out, and looks at me, and sings of him Who made the vanished summers warm; and, bold With sorrow, calls the New Year's splendor dim. Nay, bird, he is gone far who used to sing; And days, and months, and years no message bring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN WINTER WITH THE GULF STREAM by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH |