Ernest Christopher Dowson

(2 August 1867 – 23 February 1900 / London / England)

Beyond - Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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