Another full-orbed year hath waned to-day, <br />And set in the irrevocable past, <br />And headlong whirled long Time's winged blast <br />My fluttering rose of youth is borne away: <br />Ah rose once crimson with the blood of May, <br />A honeyed haunt where bees would break their fast, <br />I watch thy scattering petals flee aghast, <br />And all the flickering rose-lights turning grey. <br /> <br />Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain <br />Regrets and futile longings! were the years <br />Not cups o'erbrimming still with gall and tears? <br />Let go thy puny personal joy and pain! <br />If youth with all its brief hope disappears, <br />To deathless hope we must be born again.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-year-s-eve-4/
