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Two Tramps In Mud Time  – Robert Frost

Out of the mud two strangers came  And caught me splitting wood in the yard,  And one of them put me off my aim  By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!”  I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind  And … Continue reading

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Unharvested –   Robert Frost 

A scent of ripeness from over a wall.  And come to leave the routine road  And look for what had made me stall,  There sure enough was an apple tree  That had eased itself of its summer load,  And of … Continue reading

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Tree At My Window -Robert Frost 

Tree at my window, window tree,  My sash is lowered when night comes on;  But let there never be curtain drawn  Between you and me.  Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,  And thing next most diffuse to cloud,  … Continue reading

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Wind And Window Flower – Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,  And list to the love of these,  She a window flower,  And he a winter breeze.  When the frosty window veil  Was melted down at noon,  And the cagèd yellow bird  Hung over her in tune,  … Continue reading

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Poem – Misgiving – Robert Frost 

All crying, ‘We will go with you, O Wind!’  The foliage follow him, leaf and stem;  But a sleep oppresses them as they go,  And they end by bidding them as they go,  And they end by bidding him stay … Continue reading

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Poem – Bond and Free – Robert Frost

Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-  Wall within wall to shut fear out.  But Thought has need of no such things,  For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.  On snow and sand and … Continue reading

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Poem – Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost 

Nature’s first green is gold,  Her hardest hue to hold.  Her early leaf’s a flower;  But only so an hour.  Then leaf subsides to leaf,  So Eden sank to grief,  So dawn goes down to day  Nothing gold can stay.

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