I woke.
Rain was falling slow
Yet of most drear.
Yet it was New Year.
Look said Time:
‘What dress I brought you! ’
Said I:
‘Now it is unwanted
Dress’
Time stood erect
And spoke not.
‘Then I will go, ’ said
Time.
‘Pray, pray for me Sir, ’
I replied.
‘I will, you need, ’ was
The reply.
Thus for New Year’s Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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