Midnight Mass for the Dying Year

Midnight Mass for the Dying Year

The year, personified as a frail old man, receives prayers from winds and rain and briefly rejoices in a summer-like day before both day and year die. As a storm approaches, the speaker commands it to sweep away red leaves, wishes sins could disappear likewise, and foretells a darker day when stars will be swept from heaven.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Elegiac Poetry, Seasonal Poetry, Religious Poetry · 551 words

First lines

Yes, the Year is growing old, / And his eye is pale and bleared! / Death, with frosty hand and cold, / Plucks the old man by the beard, / Sorely, sorely!

The leaves are falling, falling, / Solemnly and slow; / Caw! caw! the rooks are calling, / It is a sound of woe, / A sound of woe!

Genres

Tags

passing year · autumn · storms · mortality · repentance · divine mercy

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