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Robert Frost - A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.

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A Late Walk - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 5. A Late Walk
Volume: A Boy's Will
Year: Published/Written in 1913

Comment 307 of 307, added on July 19th, 2016 at 4:55 PM.
Wow, your post makes

Wow, your post makes mine look feblee. More power to you!

Mira from Rwandese Republic (Rwanda)
Comment 306 of 307, added on July 19th, 2016 at 2:35 PM.
Short, sweet, to the

Short, sweet, to the point, FRexaEE-ctly as information should be!

Kindsey from Slovakia Republic
Comment 305 of 307, added on January 1st, 2016 at 11:02 AM.


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