Love's aftermath! I think the time is now <br />That we must gather in, alone, apart <br />The saddest crop of all the crops that grow, <br />Love's aftermath. <br />Ah, sweet,--sweet yesterday, the tears that start <br />Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow, <br />Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart, <br />Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow <br />The twilight of poor love: we can but part, <br />Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow, <br />Love's aftermath.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-2/
