When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow, Once again the fields we mow And gather in the aftermath. Not the sweet, new grass with flowers Is this harvesting of ours; Not the upland clover bloom; But the rowen mired with weeds, Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, Where the poppy drops its seeds In the silence and the gloom.
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "Aftermath", first published 1873 [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 Francis Boott (1813 - 1904), "Aftermath", published 1873. [text not verified]
- by C. Josie Maree , "Aftermath", published 1874. [text not verified]
- by Francis M. Paine , "Aftermath", op. 1 no. 4. [voice, piano and flute or violin obbligato] [text not verified]
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