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The Old Year

By John Clare

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The Old Year's gone away     To nothingness and night:     We cannot find him all the day     Nor hear him in the night:     He left no footstep, mark or place     In either shade or sun:     The last year he'd a neighbour's face,     In this he's known by none.     All nothing everywhere:     Mists we on mornings see     Have more of substance when they're here     And more of form than he.     He was a friend by every fire,     In every cot and hall--     A guest to every heart's desire,     And now he's nought at all.     Old papers thrown away,     Old garments cast aside,     The talk of yesterday,     Are things identified;     But time once torn away     No voices can recall:     The eve of New Year's Day     Left the Old Year lost to all.

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John Clare (1793–1864) was an English poet known as the "peasant poet" for his humble origins. His nature poetry—including "I Am" and "Badger"—captures the English countryside with extraordinary precision and emotional honesty, and he is now recognized as one of the finest nature poets in the language.

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