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. An Empty Threat
2. The Peaceful Shepherd
3. The Bonfire
4. The Wood-Pile
5. The Pauper Witch of Grafton

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