The Year
Posted by drherz in Personal
I ran across this in my feed, and just thought I'd share:
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year.
Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh: W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.