Read "The Year's End" by Marie Van Vorst online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
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?