Poem by Robert Lee Frost

The Flower Boat

The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,
And her in the angle of house and barn
His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.

At anchor she rides the sunny sod
As full to the gunnel of flowers growing 
As ever she turned her home with cod
From George’s bank when winds were blowing.

And I judge from that elysian freight
That all they ask is rougher weather,
And dory and master will sail by fate
To seek the Happy Isles together.

1. Brown’s Descent
2. Pea Brush
3. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
4. The Star-Splitter
5. Reluctance

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