To the Pending Year + 

Have I no weapon-word for thee⁠—some message brief and fierce? + 

(Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left, + 

For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness? + 

Nor for myself⁠—my own rebellious self in thee? + 

Down, down, proud gorge!⁠—though choking thee; + 

Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter; + 

Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts. + 