Friendship After Love
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850 to 1919
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After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckons us follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander from care.
Is it a touch of frost in the air?
Why are we haunted with a of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.