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.

About the headline (FAQ)

First published in Temple Bar, September 1893 as "A roundel", revised 1899.

Text Authorship:

• by Ernest Christopher Dowson (1867 - 1900), "Beyond", appears in Decorations, first published 1899 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

• by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "Love's aftermath", published 1911 [ voice and piano ], London : Elkin [sung text not yet checked]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2010-04-24
Line count: 11
Word count: 75