AFTER the frost! O the rose is dead, And the weeds lie pied in the garden-bed, And the peach tree's shade in the wan sunshine, Faint as the veins in these hands of mine, Streaks the gray of the orchard wall Where the vine rasps loose, and the last leaves fall, And the bare boughs writhe, and the winds are lost -- After the frost -- the frost! After the frost! O the weary head And the hands and the heart are quieted; And the lips we loved are locked at last, And kiss not back, though the rain falls fast And the lashes drip, and the soul makes moan, And on through the dead leaves walks alone Where the bare boughs writhe and the winds are lost -- After the frost -- the frost! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIGHT AT SAN JACINTO [APRIL 21, 1836] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON PARABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 39 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |