Poems by Robert Frost

A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm,...

THE well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind ...

THIS saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
And cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Remind...

I HAD for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in ...

Having a wheel and four legs of its own
Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone
To get it a...

THERE overtook me and drew me in
To his down-hill, early-morning stride,
And set me five mile...

TO think to know the country and not know
The hillside on the day the sun lets go
Ten million s...

LONELINESS (Her Word) ONE ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds c...

HE saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking ba...

I LET myself in at the kitchen door.
"It's you, " she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me
Not ans...

LANCASTER bore him--such a little town,
Such a great man. It doesn't see him often
Of late yea...

By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Ei...

THE living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the...

WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale
By a misty fen that rang all night,
And thus it was th...

THUS of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal heart of Robert th...