Midnight
Once vainglorious, now forlorn:
Dead and unlamented Year!
Thou to thy catafalque art borne,
Without the escort of a tear.
Thine were hopes that lived unblest,
Dying with the Summer's bloom.
They shall bestrew thy place of rest —
The only flowers upon thy tomb.
Dead and unlamented Year!
Thou to thy catafalque art borne,
Without the escort of a tear.
Thine were hopes that lived unblest,
Dying with the Summer's bloom.
They shall bestrew thy place of rest —
The only flowers upon thy tomb.
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