The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 13. Lodged
Volume: West-Running Brook
Year: Published/Written in 1928

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