The Year's End

The Year's End by Marie Van Vorst

The speaker mourns the death of her Love and confronts an emptied future, asking repeatedly what course remains for her. Future days appear like candles surrounding a bier, while time advances inexorably as a shining sickle that cuts down every flower without pause. Watching in fog and rain with bowed head, she finds that memory cannot console grief; despite the past, fresh tears reveal that her wounded heart remains unhealed and uncertain of its way forward.

By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1901 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Elegy, Love Poetry · 126 words

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What are my ways now that my Love is dead? / As candles round a bier stand future days. / Must I then read in annals of years fled / What are my ways? / On, the Time-reaping shining sickle sways; / I watch in fog and rain with bended head; / And for no flower swathe the cold blade stays. / If memory were a solace, hearts that bled / Were healed long since! . Now the quick tear betrays / I may not with my past be comforted: / What are my ways?

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