Beyond

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.

by Ernest Christopher Dowson

Comments (6)

Such a brilliant write by Ernest Christopher Dowson👍👍👍
The twilight of love- - - what a perfect phrase to describe the slow darkening of the once-upon-a-time joy felt whenever in each other's company.
Love's aftermath! ! Thanks for sharing.
The poem sends a wonderful message of life. It's a a philosophical treat. Thanks. Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow, Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow,
As you sow so you reap and in love it is so applied......... pain, pleasures, joy and anguish which are the aftermath of love come like shadow after the substance...........outstanding piece..........thanks for sharing
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