Every Heart's Desire

The Crystal Gazer, 1904, Gertrude Kasebier (1852-1934)

 The Old Year

  by John Clare

The Old Year's gone away

     To nothingness and night:

We cannot find him all the day

     Nor hear him in the night:

He left no footstep, mark or place

     In either shade or sun:

The last year he'd a neighbour's face,

     In this he's known by none.

All nothing everywhere:

     Mists we on mornings see

Have more of substance when they're here

     And more of form than he.

He was a friend by every fire,

     In every cot and hall--

A guest to every heart's desire,

     And now he's nought at all.

Old papers thrown away,

     Old garments cast aside,

The talk of yesterday,

     Are things identified;

But time once torn away

     No voices can recall:

The eve of New Year's Day

     Left the Old Year lost to all.