An Autumn Love Cycle/Retrospection

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

Retrospection

After all—mine is the joyWhich naught can lessen or destroy.For love has led my flying feetWhere immortelles are springing sweet,And everlasting skies of goldAre memories, when earth is coldAnd though our future paths should lieEstranged, as star-ways, through the sky,I shall not look reproof, nor findWithin this pass a charge unkind,And lightly sorrow shall be metFor I can never know regret.