I. Said the year that was old: "I am cold, I am cold, And my breath hurries fast On the wild winter blast Of this thankless December; Ah, who will remember As I, shivering, go, The warmth and the glow That arose like a flame When I came, when I came? For I brought in my hands, From Utopian lands, Golden gifts, and the schemes That were fairer than dreams. Ah, never a king Of a twelvemonth, will bring Such a splendor of treasure Without stint or measure, As I brought on that day, Triumphant and gay. But, alas, and alas, Who will think as I pass, I was once gay and bold?" Said the year that was old. II. Said the year that was young— And his light laughter rung— "Come, bid me good cheer, For I bring with me here Such gifts as the earth Never saw till my birth; All the largess of life, Right royally rife With the plans and the schemes Of the world's highest dreams. Then—hope's chalice filled up To the brim of the cup, Let us drink to the past, The poor pitiful past," Sang the year that was young, While his light laughter rung. —Nora Perry. |