In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather <br />Stooping slowly, gave us heart, and bade us walk together. <br />In the year that's coming on, though many a troth be broken, <br />We at least will not forget aught that love hath spoken. <br /> <br />In the year that's come and gone, dear, we wove a tether <br />All of gracious words and thoughts, binding two together. <br />In the year that's coming on with its wealth of roses <br />We shall weave it stronger, yet, ere the circle closes. <br /> <br />In the year that's come and gone, in the golden weather, <br />Sweet, my sweet, we swore to keep the watch of life together. <br />In the year that's coming on, rich in joy and sorrow, <br />We shall light our lamp, and wait life's mysterious morrow.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-year-that-s-come-and-gone/