As I came to the edge of the woods,Thrush music -- hark!Now if it was dusk outside,Inside it was dark.Too…
But outer Space,At least this far,For all the fussOf the populaceStays more popularThan populous-Robert Frost
Love has earth to which she clingsWith hills and circling arms about--Wall within wall to shut fear out.But Thought has…
When I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy's…
Where had I heard this wind beforeChange like this to a deeper roar?What would it take my standing there for,Holding…
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,With doors that none but the wind ever closes,Its floor all littered with…
All out of doors looked darkly in at himThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane…
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still,And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there…
I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.I have outwalked…
When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don't stand still and…