Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

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.

1. The Fear
2. Riders
3. A Girl’s Garden
4. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
5. I Will Sing You One-O

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