The ending of "Year's End" by Richard Wilbur:
These sudden ends of time must give us pause.
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
More time, more time. Barrages of applause
Come muffled from a buried radio.
The New-year bells are wrangling with the snow.
The beginning of the poem here.
(More carved book landscapes by Guy Laramee here)
The Dish 