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A Boy's Will: Pan with Us

by Robert Frost Spoils of the DeadThe Demiurge's LaughPan with Us about art (his own); PAN came out of the woods one day,— His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the…

A Boy's Will: The Demiurge's Laugh

by Robert Frost Pan with UsNow Close the WindowsThe Demiurge's Laugh about science. IT was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I knew…

A Boy's Will: Now Close the Windows

by Robert Frost The Demiurge's LaughA Line-storm SongNow Close the Windows It is time to make an end of speaking. NOW close the windows and hush all the fields; If the trees must, let…

A Boy's Will: A Line-storm Song

by Robert Frost Now Close the WindowsOctoberA Line-storm Song It is the autumnal mood with a difference. THE line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day,…

A Boy's Will: My November Guest

by Robert Frost Ghost HouseLove and a QuestionMy November Guest He is in love with being misunderstood. MY Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are…

A Boy's Will: October

by Robert Frost A Line-storm SongMy ButterflyOctober He sees days slipping from him that were the best for what they were. O HUSHED October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the…

A Boy's Will: My Butterfly

by Robert Frost OctoberReluctanceMy Butterfly There are things that can never be the same. THINE emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee…

A Boy's Will: Reluctance

by Robert Frost My ButterflyReluctance OUT through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and…

A Boy's Will: Love and a Question

by Robert Frost My November GuestA Late WalkLove and a Question He is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the hearth with love. A STRANGER came to the door at eve…

A Boy's Will: A Late Walk

by Robert Frost Love and a QuestionStarsA Late Walk He courts the autumnal mood. WHEN I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy…