Poetry

A Prayer in Spring By  Robert Lee Frost Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; ke…

Flower-gathering By  Robert Lee Frost 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 kno…

The Tuft of Flowers By  Robert Lee Frost I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made h…

Gathering Leaves By  Robert Lee Frost Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great nois…

Love and a Question By  Robert Lee Frost A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his han…

Spoils of the Dead By  Robert Lee Frost Two fairies it was     On a still summer day Came forth in the woods     With the flowers to play. The flower…

Wind and Window Flower By  Robert Lee Frost Lovers, forget your love,     And list to the love of these, She a window flower,     And he a winter bre…

A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears and Some Books By  Robert Lee Frost Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would some day make hi…

Blue-Butterfly Day By  Robert Lee Frost It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry There is more unm…

The Aim was Song By  Robert Lee Frost Before man came to blow it right     The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night     …

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By  Robert Lee Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see m…