Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Astrometaphysical

Lord, I have loved your sky,
Be it said against or for me,
Have loved it clear and high,
Or low and stormy.

Till I have reeled and stumbled
From looking up too much,
And fallen and been humbled
To wear a crutch.

My love for every Heaven
O'er which you, Lord, have lorded,
From number One to Seven
Should be rewarded.

It may not give me hope
That when I am translated
My scalp will in the cope
Be constellated.

But if that seems to tend
To my undue renown,
At least it ought to send
Me up, not down.

1. Departmental
2. Unharvested
3. I Could Give All to Time
4. Trespass
5. The Strong Are Saying Nothing

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