IN the coming year enfolded
Bright and sad hours lie,
Waiting till you reach and live them
As the year rolls by.
In the happy hours and radiant
I would like to be
Somewhere out of sight, forgotten,
Your delight to see.
But when you are tired and saddened,
Vexed with life, dismayed,
I would steal your grief, and lay it
Where my own is laid--
Bleed my heart out in your service
If, set free from pain,
You, through me, found life worth living,
Glad and fair again.
Edith Nesbit
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-year-47/
