<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ghosts Of The Old Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow has ceased its fluttering flight,<br>The wind sunk to a whisper light,<br>An ominous stillness fills the night,<br>A pause — a hush.<br>At last, a sound that breaks the spell,<br>Loud, clanging mouthings of a bell,<br>That through the silence peal and swell,<br>And roll, and rush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What does this brazen tongue declare,<br>That falling on the midnight air<br>Brings to my heart a sense of care<br>Akin to fright?<br>'Tis telling that the year is dead,<br>The New Year come, the Old Year fled,<br>Another leaf before me spread<br>On which to write.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It tells the deeds that were not done,<br>It tells of races never run,<br>Of victories that were not won,<br>Barriers unleaped.<br>It tells of many a squandered day,<br>Of slighted gems and treasured clay,<br>Of precious stores not laid away,<br>Of fields unreaped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the years go swiftly by,<br>Each, coming, brings ambitions high,<br>And each, departing, leaves a sigh<br>Linked to the past.<br>Large resolutions, little deeds;<br>Thus, filled with aims unreached, life speeds<br>Until the blotted record reads,<br>'Failure!' at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416439" data-title="Ghosts Of The Old Year de James Weldon Johnson" data-description="The snow has ceased its fluttering flight, The wind sunk to a whisper light, An ominous stillness fills the night, A pause — a hush. At last, a sound that breaks the spell, Loud, clanging mouthings of a bell, That through the silence peal and sw..."></div> </div> </div>

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