Lyric Poem · Sad
Dirge for the Year
1Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,
2Come and sigh, come and weep!
3Merry Hours, smile instead,
4For the Year is but asleep.
5See, it smiles as it is sleeping,
6Mocking your untimely weeping.
7As an earthquake rocks a corse
8In its coffin in the clay,
9So White Winter, that rough nurse,
10Rocks the death-cold Year to-day;
11Solemn Hours! wail aloud
12For your mother in her shroud.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Dirge for the Year
- Poet
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Length
- 24 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Sad, Nature, Death & Loss
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- Shape
- 24 lines · 4 sestets
- Line length
- Mostly 7-syllable lines.
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- Author record
- Percy Bysshe Shelley1792–1822
- Source record
- PoetryDBDirge for the Year by percy-bysshe-shelley, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 315077f317ae0922…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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