A year a'head, a flower unblown, a book unread:
A Tree with fruit unharvested: A Path untrod: A House whose rooms Lack yet the heart's divine perfumes: A landscape whose wide border lies in silent shade "neath silent skies: A wondrous Fountain yet unsealed: A casket with its gifts concealed - - This is the Year that for you waits Beyond... Sign in to see full entry.