To E. T. by Robert Frost I slumbered with your poems on my Spread open as I dropped them hal Like dove wings on a figure on a t To see, if in a dream they brought I might not have the chance I mis
Birches by Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left a Across the lines of straighter dar I like to think some boy’s been sw But swinging doesn’t bend them dow As ice-storms do. Often you must 1
Once by the Pacific by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty d Great waves looked over others com And thought of doing something to That water never did to land befor The clouds were low and hairy in t
Two Look at Two by Robert Frost Love and forgetting might have car A little further up the mountain s With night so near, but not much f They must have halted soon in any With thoughts of a path back, how
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
Going for Water by Robert Frost 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, 2
The Oft by Robert Frost She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window latch Of the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual hands
Nothing Gold Can Stay by 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. 8
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.