They leave us so to the way we took,
As two in whom them were proved mistaken,
That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,
With michievous, vagrant, seraphic look,
And try if we cannot feel forsaken.

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Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 16. In Neglect
Volume: A Boy's Will
Year: Published/Written in 1913
Poem of the Day: Jul 27 2000

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