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The Sound of The Trees

The Sound of the Trees I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose … Continue reading

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Into My Own

Into My Own One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto th eedge of doom. I should … Continue reading

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The Road Not Taken (The Road Less Traveled)

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the … Continue reading

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know, His house is in the village though. He will not see me stopping here, To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer, To stop without … Continue reading

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Two Tramps in Mud Time

Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!” I knew pretty well why he dropped behind And let … Continue reading

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The Secret Sits

We Dance round in a ring and Suppose But the Secret sits in the middle and Knows. Robert Frost

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