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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

In Neglect

They leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom them were proved mistaken, That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, With michievous, vagrant, seraphic look, And try if we cannot feel forsaken.

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A Star in a Stone-boat

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

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Over Back: A Serious Step Lightly Taken

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Taken Doubly: A Record Stride

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Taken Singly: After-Flakes

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The Soldier

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The Star Splitter

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Range

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The Sound of 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?
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