Late Lyrics and Earlier: End Of The Year 1912

End Of The Year 1912

You were here at his young beginning,
   You are not here at his aged end;
Off he coaxed you from Life's mad spinning,
   Lest you should see his form extend
      Shivering, sighing,
      Slowly dying,
   And a tear on him expend.
So it comes that we stand lonely
   In the star-lit avenue,
Dropping broken lipwords only,
   For we hear no songs from you,
      Such as flew here
      For the new year
   Once, while six bells swung thereto.

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