Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

The Dying Year - Poem by Eugene Field

The year has been a tedious one--
A weary round of toil and sorrow,
And, since it now at last is gone,
We say farewell and hail the morrow.

Yet o'er the wreck which time has wrought
A sweet, consoling ray is shimmered--
The one but compensating thought
That literary life has glimmered.

Struggling with hunger and with cold
The world contemptuously beheld 'er;
The little thing was one year old--
But who'd have cared had she been elder?


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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