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...THE WAY TO ARCADY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN A SONG: REVENGE AGAINST CYNTHIA by PHILIP AYRES SONNET (1) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY MR. CROMEK TO MR. STOTHARD by WILLIAM BLAKE HOTWELLS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ROUNDABOUTS AND SWINGS by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS THE DREAMERS by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |