The Old Year's Gone Away: Happy New Year!

 The Old Year’s gone away 
 To nothingness and night: 
We cannot find him all the day 
 Nor hear him in the night: 
He left no footstep, mark or place
 In either shade or sun:
 The last year he’d a neighbour’s face, 
 In this he’s known by none. 

All nothing everywhere: 
 Mists we on mornings see 
Have more of substance when they’re here 
 And more of form than he. 
He was a friend by every fire, 
 In every cot and hall— 
A guest to every heart’s desire, 
 And now he’s nought at all. 

Old papers thrown away, 
 Old garments cast aside, 
The talk of yesterday, 
 Are things identified; 
But time once torn away 
 No voices can recall: 
The eve of New Year’s Day 
 Left the Old Year lost to all.

John Clare 
English, 1793 – 1864

Triumph of Time, The Master of Petrarch's Triumphs
French, 15th to 16th century
Personification of Time in a flower garland, Carstian Luyckx
Flemish, 1623 - 1675
A Masque of Days, Walter Crane
English, 1845 - 1915