Fire and Ice

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Fire and Ice

by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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THERE overtook me and drew me in
To his down-hill, early-morning stride,
And set me five miles on my road

Her Word
One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I

HERE come the line-gang pioneering by.
They throw a forest down less cut than broken.
They plant dead trees for living, and the dead

It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door

The mountain held the town as in a shadow.
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,

The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,

There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):