old year is over, as breaketh
A wave on the ocean of Time,
When with impotent fury it shaketh
Its white foaming crest on the slime
Of a ponderous rock, and old Chronos
Laughs at it, beating in vain;
Grinding slowly how slowly the bulwarks
Of Eternity's reign.
out of the distance there showeth
Another long ridge of white spray,
How proud in the sunlight it groweth,
And swells in its new-dawnèd day!
And though all its beating and dashing
No yielding in Chronos can find,
Behold how it tosses the flotsam
Of feeble mankind!