In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather Stooped slowly, gave us heart, and bade us walk together. In the year that's coming on, though many a troth be broken, We at least will not forget aught that love hath spoken. In the year that's come and gone, dear, we wove a tether All of gracious words and thoughts, binding two together. In the year that's coming on with its wealth of roses We shall weave it stronger yet, ere the circle closes. In the year that's come and gone, in the golden weather, Sweet, my sweet, we swore to keep the watch of life together. In the year that's coming on, rich in joy and sorrow, We shall light our lamp, and wait life's mysterious morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE CUDDLE DOON by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW MARY'S LAMB by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MORE WALKS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 13 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON |