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Aftermath a poem
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Aftermath
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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 mixed with weeds, 
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, 
Where the poppy drops its seeds 
In the silence and the gloom.

Aftermath
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

 
Aftermath
poem
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

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