THE year, sweet wife, is on the wane— The happy-hearted year, That brought us only tithes of pain, And rounded sheaves of cheer. Beside the glowing embers we Need envy no one's pelf; Content am I to partner be In firm of "Wife and Self." Swift glide away the last low sands, Fast fades the hearth-fire's light; We face the world with wedded hands— Good-night, old year, good-night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS RECOMPENSE by JESSE M. BALL ALLEN |