After The Frost

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Title:     After The Frost
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

After the frost! O the rose is dead,
And the weeds lie pied in the garden-bed,
And the peach tree's shade in the wan sunshine,
Faint as the veins in these hands of mine,
Streaks the gray of the orchard wall
Where the vine rasps loose, and the last leaves fall,
And the bare boughs writhe, and the winds are lost--
After the frost--the frost!

After the frost! O the weary head
And the hands and the heart are quieted;
And the lips we loved are locked at last,
And kiss not back, though the rain falls fast
And the lashes drip, and the soul makes moan,
And on through the dead leaves walks alone
Where the bare boughs writhe and the winds are lost--
After the frost--the frost!

[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: After The Frost

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