Synopsis

New Things Are Best What shall I tell you, child, in this new Sonnet? Life's art is to forget, and last year's sowing Cast in Time's furrow with the storm winds blowing Bears me a wild crop with strange fancies on it. Last year I wore your sole rose in my bonnet. This year--who knows--who, even the All--knowing, What to my vagrant heart, for its undoing, Of weeds shall blossom ere my tears atone it? --New Spring is in the air with new desirings; New wonders fructify Earth, Sea, and Heaven, And happy birds sing loud from a new nest. Ah, why then grieve Love's recreant aspirings, His last year's hopes, his vows forgot, forgiven?