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Robert Frost - A Line-Storm Song

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.

The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world's torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, earily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows.

There is the gale to urge behind
And bruit our singing down,
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
From which to gather your gown.
What matter if we go clear to the west,
And come not through dry-shod?
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
The rain-fresh goldenrod.

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
But it seems like the sea's return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.

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A Line-Storm Song - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 27. A Line-Storm Song
Volume: A Boy's Will
Year: Published/Written in 1913

Comment 4 of 4, added on April 13th, 2014 at 6:23 PM.
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Jonathan from Rwandese Republic (Rwanda)
Comment 3 of 4, added on March 24th, 2006 at 9:34 AM.

This poem was beutiful i wish Robert were still alive id kiss him numerous times for this great piece of american literature. Bye bye for now I love u Robert (pookie bear)

Erica Murphy from United States
Comment 2 of 4, added on July 29th, 2005 at 4:47 AM.

A poem of love, despair and longing. Delicate pining for a lost love

Sherry from India

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