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Poem by Robert Lee Frost
November
We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
We heard "'Tis Over" roaring.
A year of leaves was wasted.
Oh, we make a boast of storing,
Of saving and of keeping,
But only by ignoring
The waste of moments sleeping,
The waste of pleasure weeping,
By denying and ignoring
The waste of nations warring.
Robert Lee Frost
Poem Theme: November
Robert Lee Frost's other poems:- Unharvested
- I Could Give All to Time
- Carpe Diem
- Astrometaphysical
- Trespass
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
John Clare November ("The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon") Hartley Coleridge November ("THE mellow year is hasting to its close") Robert Binyon November ("Together we laughed and talked in the warm--lit room") John Payne November ("THE tale of wake is told; the stage is bare") Frederick Tuckerman November ("Oh! who is there of us that has not felt") William Bryant November ("Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!") Duncan Scott November ("Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim") William Cartwright November ("Thou Sun that shed'st the Dayes, looke downe and see") Sara Teasdale November ("The world is tired, the year is old") Edward Thomas November ("NOVEMBER'S days are thirty") Emily Dickinson November ("Besides the autumn poets sing")
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