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When I consider Life and its few years --
A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
The burst of music down an unlistening street, --
I wonder at the idleness of tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,
Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep,
By every cup of sorrow that you had,
Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
How each hath back what once he stayed to weep:
Homer his sight, David his little lad!
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I liked the poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost the best. I liked this poem because you could alomst feel like you were in the woods with the person. You could alomst hear the bells around the horses neck jingling. It gave me the feeling of being in a peaceful area with the first Winter snow coming down. I liked the imagery that Robert Frost used. He is a very accomplished poet, and he is one of my favorites.
Katia from Belize