It was spring, in a way, but not the spring of yester-year, with its songs and laughter and high hopes.
And parting waiteth for us there,” Said he, “As it was yester-year.
Indeed, it would appear so; and where are the laurels of yester-year?
Yester-year perhaps, for a sorrow clings about it; it conveys a sense of autumn, of "the long decline of roses."
Shrine and Tabard, ...