THE AFTERMATH
Loversmaking foolish vows,Thinking love is deathlessWhen ’tis fiercest to espouseWhat it sings so breathless;Now caressing, now confessingIn romantic stanza—Such is passion and its fashionOf extravaganza.But the love that’s worth a throneIs the kind that laterMore than sentiment aloneProves and heavens greaterThan a frenzy of the fancyOr a creed of nature,Or the praises in fine phrasesOf a charming creature.Oh, the happy aftermathWhen the mating’s overAnd ordeals of life and deathTeach the whilom loverThat the woman, though for humanCharms he did enshrine her,Is the essence of a presenceSweeter and diviner!
Loversmaking foolish vows,Thinking love is deathlessWhen ’tis fiercest to espouseWhat it sings so breathless;Now caressing, now confessingIn romantic stanza—Such is passion and its fashionOf extravaganza.But the love that’s worth a throneIs the kind that laterMore than sentiment aloneProves and heavens greaterThan a frenzy of the fancyOr a creed of nature,Or the praises in fine phrasesOf a charming creature.Oh, the happy aftermathWhen the mating’s overAnd ordeals of life and deathTeach the whilom loverThat the woman, though for humanCharms he did enshrine her,Is the essence of a presenceSweeter and diviner!
Loversmaking foolish vows,Thinking love is deathlessWhen ’tis fiercest to espouseWhat it sings so breathless;Now caressing, now confessingIn romantic stanza—Such is passion and its fashionOf extravaganza.
Loversmaking foolish vows,
Thinking love is deathless
When ’tis fiercest to espouse
What it sings so breathless;
Now caressing, now confessing
In romantic stanza—
Such is passion and its fashion
Of extravaganza.
But the love that’s worth a throneIs the kind that laterMore than sentiment aloneProves and heavens greaterThan a frenzy of the fancyOr a creed of nature,Or the praises in fine phrasesOf a charming creature.
But the love that’s worth a throne
Is the kind that later
More than sentiment alone
Proves and heavens greater
Than a frenzy of the fancy
Or a creed of nature,
Or the praises in fine phrases
Of a charming creature.
Oh, the happy aftermathWhen the mating’s overAnd ordeals of life and deathTeach the whilom loverThat the woman, though for humanCharms he did enshrine her,Is the essence of a presenceSweeter and diviner!
Oh, the happy aftermath
When the mating’s over
And ordeals of life and death
Teach the whilom lover
That the woman, though for human
Charms he did enshrine her,
Is the essence of a presence
Sweeter and diviner!