The Year's End Doldrums: a Sonnet by Anonymous
The Year's End Doldrums: a Sonnet
by Anonymous
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The Year's End Doldrums: a Sonnet
by Anonymous
No hands on clacking keyboards time the hours;
No squeaking book-trucks trundle to and fro;
No rush requests remain to try our powers;
No meetings now impede the labor's flow.
What's happened to the people? Gone, each face;
Departed, each familiar step and voice;
All vanished with the haunters of this place,
They've left, as if as by universal choice.
A paltry handful, only, now remains,
An ember, in the ashes of a fire,
To burn the leavings, and relieve the strains
Of work remaining 'ere they too retire.
The hunt's blown home: the hound's left off the chase.
The hold-outs hold no longer. Gone, each face.
Originally published in SUL News Notes, December 22, 1994.
c 1994, 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.
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