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And in the sultry garden-squares,
Now thy Aute-notes are changed to coarse,
I hear thee not at all, or hoarse As when a hawker hawks his wares.
Take warning ! he that will not sing
While yon sun prospers in the blue,
Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new, Caught in the frozen palms of Spring.
DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
the church-bell sad and slow,
Old year, you must not die;
He lieth still : he doth not move :
Old year, you must not go ;
He froth'd his bumpers to the brim;
Old year, you shall not die;
He was full of joke and jest,
Every one for his own.
How hard he breathes ! over the snow
Shake hands, before you die.
eyes : tie
His face is growing sharp and thin.
his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
To J. S.
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
More softly round the open wold, And gently comes the world to those
That are cast in gentle mould.
And me this knowledge bolder made,
Or else I had not dared to flow
Even with a verse your holy woe.
'Tis strange that those we lean on most,
Those in whose laps our limbs are nursed, Fall into shadow, soonest lost :
Those we love first are taken first.
God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on wbich it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.