Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Best
In the gruesome night and the wintry weather, I watched two dear friends die, And I buried them both in one grave together. Oh! who is so sad as I? For the old love, and the old year, They both have passed away; And I never can find the old cheer Come what will or may. I heard the bell in the tall church steeple Clang out a joyful strain. And I thought, ’Of all the great world’s people, I have the bitterest pain.’ For the old year was a good year, And the old love was sweet; And how could my heart hold any cheer When both lay dead at my feet. Life may smile and the skies may brighten, Winter will pass with its snows; Grief will wane and the burden lighten-- And June will come with the rose. But it cannot bring the old cheer To fill my empty breast; For the old year was the one year, And the old love was best.
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