Poem by Robert Lee Frost

Trespass

No, I had set no prohibiting sign, 
And yes, my land was hardly fenced. 
Nevertheless the land was mine: 
I was being trespassed on and against. 

Whoever the surly freedom took 
Of such an unaccountable stay 
Busying by my woods and brook 
Gave me a strangely restless day. 

He might be opening leaves of stone, 
The picture book of the trilobite, 
For which the region round was known, 
And in which there was little property right. 

‘Twas not the value I stood to lose 
In specimen crab in specimen rock, 
But his ignoring what was whose 
That made me look again at the clock. 

Then came his little acknowledgement: 
He asked for a drink at the kitchen door, 
An errand he may have had to invent, 
But it made my property mine once more.

1. The Strong Are Saying Nothing
2. Unharvested
3. Iris by Night
4. On a Bird Singing in Its Sleep
5. I Could Give All to Time

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