Author Charlotte Fiske Bates The years have linings just as goblets do: The old year is the lining of the new, ā Filled with the wine of precious memories, The golden was doth line the silver is . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments