Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Flower-Gathering

I LEFT you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?

All for me And not a question
For the faded flowers gay 
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.

1. I Will Sing You One-O
2. The Valley’s Singing Day
3. But Outer Space
4. Departmental
5. The Black Cottage

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