Acceptance - Poem by Robert Frost
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down bur
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the he
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel t
An Empty Threat - Poem by Robert Frost
But it isn't as if
There wasn't always Hudson's Ba
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with
For Lincoln MacVeagh
Never tell me that not one star of all
That slip from heaven at night and s
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder,"
When the heat slowly hazes and the sun
By its ow
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
A Servant To Servants - Poem by Robert Frost
I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you com
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me sto
Atmosphere - Poem by Robert Frost
Inscription for a Garden Wall
Winds blow the open grassy place
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand sti
A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradise a
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have ou