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“Flower-gathering” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems Flower-gathering I Left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming? Are you dumb because you know me not, Or dumb because you […]

“A Prayer in Spring” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems A Prayer in Spring Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, […]

“To the Thawing Wind” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems To the Thawing Wind Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate’er you do to-night, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ices […]

“Wind and Window Flower” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems Wind and Window Flower Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at noon, And the cagèd yellow bird Hung over her in tune, He marked her through the […]

Storm Fear by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems Storm Fear When the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, The beast, ‘Come out! Come out!’— It costs no inward struggle not to go, Ah, no! I count our […]

“Stars” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems Stars How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!— As if with keenness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,— And yet with neither […]

“A Late Walk” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems A Late Walk When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than […]

“Love and a Question” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems Love and a Question A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And, for all burden, care. He asked with the eyes more than the lips For a shelter for the night, And he turned […]

“My November Guest” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems My November Guest My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain […]

“Ghost House” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems Ghost House I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to […]

“Into My Own” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems 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 the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their […]

“Mowing” by Robert Frost

< Return to Robert Frost Poems Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound— And […]