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A Boy's Will: Flower-gathering

by Robert Frost A Prayer in SpringRose PogoniasFlower-gathering nor yet in any spur it may be to ambition. I LEFT you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside…

A Boy's Will: Rose Pogonias

by Robert Frost Flower-gatheringAsking for RosesRose Pogonias He is no dissenter from the ritualism of nature; A SATURATED meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider…

A Boy's Will: Asking for Roses

by Robert Frost Rose PogoniasWaitingAsking for Roses nor from the ritualism of youth which is make-believe. A HOUSE that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but…

A Boy's Will: Waiting

by Robert Frost Asking for RosesIn a ValeWaiting Afield at Dusk He arrives at the turn of the year. WHAT things for dream there are when spectre-like, Moving among tall haycocks lightly…

A Boy's Will: In a Vale

by Robert Frost WaitingA Dream PangIn a Vale Out of old longings he fashions a story. WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it was the…

A Boy's Will: A Dream Pang

by Robert Frost In a ValeIn NeglectA Dream Pang He is shown by a dream how really well it is with him. I HAD withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway…

A Boy's Will: In Neglect

by Robert Frost A Dream PangThe Vantage PointIn Neglect He is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach. THEY leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom they were proved mistaken,…

A Boy's Will: The Vantage Point

by Robert Frost In NeglectMowingThe Vantage Point And again scornful, but there is no one hurt. IF tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a…

A Boy's Will: Mowing

by Robert Frost The Vantage PointGoing for WaterMowing He takes up life simply with the small tasks. THERE was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe…

A Boy's Will: Ghost House

by Robert Frost Into My OwnMy November GuestGhost House He is happy in society of his choosing. I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but…