There is a singer everyone has hea
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood
Who makes the solid tree trunks so
He says that leaves are old and th
Mid-summer is to spring as one to

Two roads diverged in a yellow woo
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I c
To where it bent in the undergrowt

From where I lingered in a lull i
outside the sugar-house one night
I called the fireman with a carefu
And bade him leave the pan and sto
‘O fireman, give the fire another

All out-of-doors looked darkly in
Through the thin frost, almost in
That gathers on the pane in empty
What kept his eyes from giving bac
Was the lamp tilted near them in h

The old dog barks backwards withou
I can remember when he was a pup.

More than halfway up the pass
Was a spring with a broken drinkin
And whether the farmer drank or no
His mare was sure to observe the s
By cramping the wheel on a water-b

As told to a child
As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, 'Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?

The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,

The land was ours before we were t
She was our land more than a hundr
Before we were her people. She wa
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colo

I didn’t make you know how glad I
To have you come and camp here on
promised myself to get down some d
And see the way you lived, but I
With a houseful of hungry men to f