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Dirge For The Year

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I.
Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,
Come and sigh, come and weep!
Merry Hours, smile instead,
For the Year is but asleep.
See, it smiles as it is sleeping,
Mocking your untimely weeping.

II.
As an earthquake rocks a corse

In its coffin in the clay,
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Seema Sharma Rimi 10 June 2016

As the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the Year: —be calm and mild, Trembling Hours, she will arise With new love within her eyes. Beautiful expressions. Love it.

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