Poem by Robert Lee 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.

1. A Peck of Gold
2. Sand Dunes
3. The Onset
4. Plowmen
5. The Last Word of a Blue Bird

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