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Poem by Robert Lee Frost


A Late Walk


When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.



Robert Lee Frost


Robert Lee Frost's other poems:
  1. The Peaceful Shepherd
  2. The Bonfire
  3. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
  4. For Once, Then, Something
  5. The Egg and the Machine


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