Caris Brooke, All Round the Year
“ Made blind our hearts this parting to foretell. Yet why, while wan and wintry sunlight stays On perished gold of Autumn fields, delays Your heart to speak, while both our hearts rebel? Together we have gathered through the year All that the year could give us of its best, Is it not meet our parting should be here, Now in the season drear of death and rest? Yet since together we its joys have known How shall each meet the strange New Year alone. ”
