This poem describes the frustration of ex-lovers who try to maintain their old friendship. While they no longer wish to go back to the pain of their incompatible love, friendship after the intensity of love leaves them feeling "incomplete" and with "a sense of loss." A poem written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poem 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. For more poems, check out the poem catalog page.
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