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.