Poem by Robert Lee Frost

A Cloud Shadow

A breeze discovered my open book
And began to flutter the leaves to look
For a poem there used to be on Spring.
I tried to tell her "There's no such thing!"

For whom would a poem be by?
The breeze disdained to make reply;
And a cloud-shadow crossed her face
For fear I would make her miss the place. 

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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