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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VI. Fancy.  1904.
 
Poems of Sentiment: I. Time
The Death of the old Year
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)
 
FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.        5
  Old year, you must not die;
  You came to us so readily,
  You lived with us so steadily,
  Old year, you shall not die.
 
He lieth still: he doth not move:        10
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend, and a true true-love,
And the New-year will take ’em away.
  Old year, you must not go;        15
  So long as you have been with us,
  Such joy as you have seen with us,
  Old year, you shall not go.
 
He frothed his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.        20
But, though his eyes are waxing dim,
And though his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
  Old year, you shall not die;
  We did so laugh and cry with you,        25
  I ’ve half a mind to die with you,
  Old year, if you must die.
 
He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die, across the waste        30
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he ’ll be dead before.
  Every one for his own.
  The night is starry and cold, my friend,
  And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend,        35
  Comes up to take his own.
 
How hard he breathes! over the snow
I heard just now the crowing cock.
The shadows flicker to and fro:
The cricket chirps: the light burns low:        40
’T is nearly twelve o’clock.
  Shake hands before you die.
  Old year, we ’ll dearly rue for you:
  What is it we can do for you?
  Speak out before you die.        45
 
His face is growing sharp and thin.
Alack! our friend is gone.
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That standeth there alone,        50
  And waiteth at the door.
  There ’s a new foot on the floor, my friend,
  And a new face at the door, my friend,
  A new face at the door.
 
 
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