
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
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?
The Year's End is listed on Textopian as a poem by Marie Van Vorst, dated 1901 CE.
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