Since today’s drama post is so long, I figured I’d better keep this one short and to the point. I love this poem for what it says about human nature–we do not like the tossed and torn feelings of love… but there is something incomplete without it. Both are pleasant in their own way, but they need each other to be whole. Love it!
Friendship After Love, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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.
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