LOVE'S aftermath! I think the time is now That we must gather in, alone, apart The saddest crop of all the crops that grow, Love's aftermath. Ah, sweet, -- sweet yesterday, the tears that start Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow, Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart, Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow The twilight of poor love: we can but part, Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow, Love's aftermath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOGGIN' ERLONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER LINES ON THE DEATH OF PHILIP MEADOWS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STANZAS: IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RECOLLECTION OF THE PEOPLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |