Blue-Butterfly Day by Robert Frost It is blue-butterfly day here in s And with these sky-flakes down in There is more unmixed color on the Than flowers will show for days un But these are flowers that fly and 2
God’s Garden by Robert Frost God made a beatous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden
Iris by Night by Robert Frost One misty evening, one another’s g We two were groping down a Malver The last wet fields and dripping h There came a moment of confusing l Such as according to belief in Ro
The Armful by Robert Frost For every parcel I stoop down to I lose some other off my arms and And the whole pile is slipping, bo Extremes too hard to comprehend at Yet nothing I should care to leav
In a Vale by Robert Frost When I was young, we dwelt in a v By a misty fen that rang all night And thus it was the maidens pale I knew so well, whose garments tra Across the reeds to a window light
A Brook in the City by Robert Frost The firm house lingers, though ave With the new city street it has to But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow I ask as one who knew the brook, i
A Girl’s Garden by Robert Frost A neighbor of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the farm, s A childlike thing. One day she asked her father
Good by Robert Frost This saying good-bye on the edge o And cold to an orchard so young in Reminds me of all that can happen An orchard away at the end of the All winter, cut off by a hill from
Plowmen by Robert Frost A plow, they say, to plow the snow They cannot mean to plant it, no— Unless in bitterness to mock At having cultivated rock.
Hyla Brook by Robert Frost By June our brook’s run out of so Sought for much after that, it wil Either to have gone groping underg (And taken with it all the Hyla b That shouted in the mist a month a