Sonnet LXII. The weary year his race now having run

Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599)

THE WEARY year his race now having run,

The new begins his compass’d course anew:

With show of morning mild he hath begun,

Betokening peace and plenty to ensue.

So let us, with this change of weather view,

Change eke our minds, and former lives amend:

The old year’s sins forepast let us eschew,

And fly the faults with which we did offend.

Then shall the new year’s joy forth freshly send,

Into the glooming world, his gladsome ray:

And all these storms, which now his beauty blend,

Shall turn to calms, and timely clear away.

So, likewise, Love! cheer you your heavy spright,

And change old year’s annoy to new delight.