At the Entering of the New Year

Thomas Hardy

 

           I
           (OLD STYLE)

Our songs went up and out the chimney,
And roused the home-gone husbandmen;
Our allemands, our heys, poussettings,
Our hands-across and back again,
Sent rhythmic throbbings through the casements
         On to the white highway,
Where nighted farers paused and muttered,
         "Keep it up well, do they!"

The contrabasso's measured booming
Sped at each bar to the parish bounds,
To shepherds at their midnight lambings,
To stealthy poachers on their rounds;
And everybody caught full duly
         The notes of our delight,
As Time unrobed the Youth of Promise
         Hailed by our sanguine sight.

           II
           (NEW STYLE)

We stand in the dusk of a pine-tree limb,
As if to give ear to the muffled peal,
Brought or withheld at the breeze's whim;
But our truest heed is to words that steal
From the mantled ghost that looms in the gray,
And seems, so far as our sense can see,
To feature bereaved Humanity,
As it sighs to the imminent year its say:—

"O stay without, O stay without,
Calm comely Youth, untasked, untired;
Though stars irradiate thee about
Thy entrance here is undesired.
Open the gate not, mystic one;
         Must we avow what we would close confine?
          With thee, good friend, we would have converse none,
Albeit the fault may not be thine."


December 31. During the War.

 

Poems by This Author

Afterwards by Thomas Hardy
When the Present has latched its postern behind my
An August Midnight by Thomas Hardy
A shaded lamp and a waving blind
At the Piano by Thomas Hardy
A Woman was playing
Channel Firing by Thomas Hardy
That night your great guns, unawares,
During Wind and Rain by Thomas Hardy
They sing their dearest songs
Hap by Thomas Hardy
If but some vengeful god would call to me
Her Father by Thomas Hardy
I met her, as we had privily planned,
How Great My Grief by Thomas Hardy
How great my grief, my joys how few
I Found Her Out There by Thomas Hardy
I found her out there
In the Garden by Thomas Hardy
We waited for the sun
The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy
In a solitude of the sea
The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
The Glimpse by Thomas Hardy
She sped through the door
The Going by Thomas Hardy
Why did you give no hint that night
The High-School Lawn by Thomas Hardy
Gray prinked with rose
The Interloper by Thomas Hardy
There are three folk driving in a quaint old chaise
The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy
"Had he and I but met
The Oxen by Thomas Hardy
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock
The Ruined Maid by Thomas Hardy
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
The Subalterns by Thomas Hardy
The Voice by Thomas Hardy
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
The Year's Awakening by Thomas Hardy
How do you know that the pilgrim track
To A Sea-Cliff by Thomas Hardy


Further Reading

Poems About New Year's
In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells]
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
A Good Year Down
by Jeni Olin
A New Law
by Greg Delanty
A Song for New Year's Eve
by William Cullen Bryant
Fragments for the End of the Year
by Jennifer K. Sweeney
Heavy Snowfall in A Year Gone Past
by Laura Jensen
In Tenebris
by Ford Madox Ford
Letter to GC
by Dana Levin
Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays
by Charles Reznikoff
New Year's Morning
by Helen Hunt Jackson
New years' morning
by Carl Adamshick
Te Deum
by Charles Reznikoff
The Call of the Open
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Darkling Thrush
by Thomas Hardy
The Garden Year
by Sara Coleridge
The New Year
by Emma Lazarus
The Old Year
by John Clare
The Passing of the Year
by Robert W. Service
The Year
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Year's Awakening
by Thomas Hardy
Written in the Beginning of the Year 1746
by William Collins