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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE YEAR, by NEVIN GREEN
First Line: A year gone. Done. And waiting memory's hands
Last Line: And birth to fuller phantoms for the morrow.
Subject(s): Time
First Line: A year gone. Done. And waiting memory's hands
Last Line: And birth to fuller phantoms for the morrow.
Subject(s): Time
A year gone. Done. And waiting Memory's hands
Are heaped with rough, dull clay of idle hours;
Few nobly sculptured Victories or Defeats.
A year through. Past. And vague outlying lands,
Beheld from heights swift conquered leap by leap,
Reveal far, varied harvests to be reaped.
A year gone. Run. Another chapter closed
With death to old desire, old stingless sorrow
And birth to fuller phantoms for the morrow.
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