Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me
YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D
BENEATH ME.
YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough—yet the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd
me; Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself; Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf-
fled? And sullen hymns of defeat?