November 7, 2008
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Friendship After Love
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity to its own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Come large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckon us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
We do not wihs the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Comments (3)
I like the poetry of Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Verdant vales …how lovely that sounds,she writes in a way that the imagination has no where to go but to follow.
i like this poem. it seems to speak some of my emotions