Excerpt from Poems, Legends and Letters From the painting by James Colby called The Last Light Of the Year. A long straight road of pearly white, Ending in whiteness ever. Over the road a fair, faint light, All daylight seeming to sever. The very last light of all the year, Fluttering, fainting, dying, Loathfully leaving the year-wom place, Where it erstwhile wandered sighing. Sighing o'er crime, pretence, and abuse, Sighing and fading to numbness, O'er Old superstitions without an excuse, A failure because of their dumbness. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.