Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Young Year

We all feel the optimism of the start of a new year, not least because it means that we are heading out of winter. But it takes a poet like Walter Wingate to put it into words.


The Young Year

Though whirling drift may blind us,
    Though winds may pierce us through,
The winter lies behind us,
    Whene'er the year is new.

Our spirits subtly lighter,
    Our fancies, fetter-free,
Can feel the mornings brighter
    However dark they be.

We know that some to-morrow
    Will bid the frost take wing;
We turn our back to sorrow,
    We turn our face to Spring.

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