Around the year with Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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Let the joy fade.  Are there not other joys,
   Like the frost-bound bulbs, that yet shall start and bloom?
Severe must be the winter that destroys
   The hardy roots locked in their silent tomb.
   What cares the earth for her brief time of bloom?
                              Let the joy fade!
                                                                   Let Them Go.