Friendship After Love
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850 to 1919
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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In the intensity of its own fires,
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
He beckons us to follow, and across
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,