The Year

Asian Geographic - - Front Page - By Ella Wheeler Wil­cox

What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thou­sand times?

The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laugh­ing with the light, We lie down weep­ing with the night.

We hug the world un­til it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed, We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear, And that’s the bur­den of the year. ELLA WHEELER WIL­COX was an Amer­i­can au­thor and pop­u­lar poet, known for her brand of op­ti­mistic, plainly writ­ten verses. Her work New Year: A Di­a­logue, writ­ten in 1909, un­rav­els a charm­ing di­a­logue be­tween the “Mor­tal” and “The New Year”. Her au­to­bi­og­ra­phy The Worlds and I was pub­lished a year be­fore her death. She died of cancer in 1919.

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