From “In Memoriam”
LXXXII.
DIP down upon the northern shore,
  O sweet new-year, delaying long:
  Thou dost expectant Nature wrong;
Delaying long, delay no more.

What stays thee from the clouded noons,
  Thy sweetness from its proper place?
  Can trouble live with April days,
Or sadness in the summer moons?

Bring...