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.
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"Love's aftermath! I think the time is now..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ernest Christopher Dowson delivers a powerful performance in "Beyond"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...