Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Here you will find the Poem Aftermath of poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Aftermath

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.