Year's End

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Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote a poem about the garden at the end of the year. This seems to be an appropriate time to share it with you.  A spirit haunts the year’s last hours  Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers:  To himself he talks:  But at eventide, listening earnestly,  At his work you may hear him sob and sigh  In the walks;  Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks  Of mouldering flowers:  Heavily hangs the broad sunflower  Over its grave in the earth so chilly;  Heavily hangs the holly hock,  Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.  The air is damp and hushed and close,  As a sick man’s room where he taketh repose  An hour before death;  My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves  At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves  And the breath  Of the fading edges of box beneath,  And the year’s last rose.  Heavily hangs the broad sunflower  Over its grave in the earth so chilly;  Heavily hangs the hollyhock,  Heavily hangs the tiger lily.

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