FRIENDSHIP AFTER LOVE
- After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
- Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
- In the intensity of 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,
- Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
- He beckons 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 wish the pain back, or the heat;
- And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.