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Poem
December 30, 1922
The Labor World
Duluth, Saint Louis County, Minnesota
What is this article about?
A lyrical song depicting the speaker's retreat indoors during the dying year and winter's gloom, finding solace in reading chivalric tales, reminiscing with an old friend, and eventually rejoicing at spring's arrival.
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SONG OF THE DYING YEAR
Tis a dull sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the yellow wood sighing
Sighing. O sighing!
When such a time cometh
I do retire
Into an old room
Beside a bright fire;
O, pile a bright fire!
And there I sit
Reading old things,
Of knights and lorn damsels
While the wind sings -
O, drearily sings!
I never look out
Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
Is the leaves falling fast;
Falling, falling!
But close at the hearth,
Like a cricket, sit I.
Reading of summer
And chivalry.
Gallant chivalry!
Then with an old friend
I talk of our youth--
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish--forsooth:
But gladsome, gladsome!
Or, to get merry,
We sing some old rhyme
That made the wood ring again
In summer time.
Sweet summer time!
Then we go smoking
Silent and snug:
Naught passes between us
Save a brown jug--
Sometimes!
And ere to bed
Go we, go we,
Down on the ashes
We kneel! on the knee,
Praying together!
Thus, then, live I
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
By heaven! the bold sun
Is with me in the room,
Shining, shining!
Then the clouds part,
Swallows-soaring between;
The spring is alive.
And the meadows are green!
I jump up like mad,
Break the old pipe in twain
And away to the meadows,
The meadows again.
Edward Fitzgerald
Tis a dull sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the yellow wood sighing
Sighing. O sighing!
When such a time cometh
I do retire
Into an old room
Beside a bright fire;
O, pile a bright fire!
And there I sit
Reading old things,
Of knights and lorn damsels
While the wind sings -
O, drearily sings!
I never look out
Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
Is the leaves falling fast;
Falling, falling!
But close at the hearth,
Like a cricket, sit I.
Reading of summer
And chivalry.
Gallant chivalry!
Then with an old friend
I talk of our youth--
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish--forsooth:
But gladsome, gladsome!
Or, to get merry,
We sing some old rhyme
That made the wood ring again
In summer time.
Sweet summer time!
Then we go smoking
Silent and snug:
Naught passes between us
Save a brown jug--
Sometimes!
And ere to bed
Go we, go we,
Down on the ashes
We kneel! on the knee,
Praying together!
Thus, then, live I
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
By heaven! the bold sun
Is with me in the room,
Shining, shining!
Then the clouds part,
Swallows-soaring between;
The spring is alive.
And the meadows are green!
I jump up like mad,
Break the old pipe in twain
And away to the meadows,
The meadows again.
Edward Fitzgerald
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Friendship
What keywords are associated?
Dying Year
Winter Gloom
Spring Arrival
Chivalry
Old Friend
Nature Cycle
What entities or persons were involved?
Edward Fitzgerald
Poem Details
Title
Song Of The Dying Year
Author
Edward Fitzgerald
Subject
On The Dying Year And Arrival Of Spring
Key Lines
Tis A Dull Sight
To See The Year Dying,
When Winter Winds
Set The Yellow Wood Sighing
Sighing. O Sighing!
But Close At The Hearth,
Like A Cricket, Sit I.
Reading Of Summer
And Chivalry.
Gallant Chivalry!
Then The Clouds Part,
Swallows Soaring Between;
The Spring Is Alive.
And The Meadows Are Green!
I Jump Up Like Mad,
Break The Old Pipe In Twain
And Away To The Meadows,
The Meadows Again.