Explore "On a December Day" by George MacDonald on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I. This is the sweetness of an April day; / The softness of the spring is on the face / Of the old year. She has no natural grace, / But something comes to her from far away
Out of the Past, and on her old decay / The beauty of her childhood you can trace. -- / And yet she moveth with a stormy pace, / And goeth quickly. -- Stay, old year, oh, stay!