Crown of the Year, how bright thou shinest! How little, in thy pride, divinest Inevitable fall! albeit We who stand round about fore-see it. Shine on; shine bravely. There are near Other bright children of the Year, Almost as high, and much like thee In features and in festive glee: Some happy to call forth the mower, And hear his sharpen'd scythe sweep o'er Rank after rank: then others wait Before the grange's open gate, And watch the nodding wane, or watch The fretted domes beneath the thatch, Till young and old at once take wing And promise to return in spring. Yet I am sorry, I must own, Crown of the Year! when thou art gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON AT A FUNERAL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE RETORT DISCOURTEOUS by BERTON BRALEY LEOLINE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 1 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |