Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | Friendship after Love | | By Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
| | | 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; | 5 |
| 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— | 10 |
| 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. | | | | |
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