Poems by Robert Frost

THE mountain held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed t...

THERE was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the...

MY long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel...

BEFORE man came to blow it right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did so loudest day an...

A HOUSE that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever c...

I've known ere now an interfering branch
Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me.
But that was i...

WHEN I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like ...

WE chanced in passing by that afternoon
To catch it in a sort of special picture
Among tar-band...

"YOU ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day...

IT is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
Th...

Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about--
Wall within wall to shu...

"Oh, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves,
As reckless as the best of them to-night,
By ...

HE halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood...

THE farm house lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A numb...

BROWN lived at such a lofty farm
That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his ...