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A Boy's Will: Now Close the Windows

by Robert Frost The Demiurge's LaughA Line-storm SongNow Close the Windows It is time to make an end of speaking. NOW close the windows and hush all the fields; If the trees must, let…

A Boy's Will: A Line-storm Song

by Robert Frost Now Close the WindowsOctoberA Line-storm Song It is the autumnal mood with a difference. THE line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day,…

A Boy's Will: My November Guest

by Robert Frost Ghost HouseLove and a QuestionMy November Guest He is in love with being misunderstood. MY Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are…

A Boy's Will: October

by Robert Frost A Line-storm SongMy ButterflyOctober He sees days slipping from him that were the best for what they were. O HUSHED October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the…

A Boy's Will: My Butterfly

by Robert Frost OctoberReluctanceMy Butterfly There are things that can never be the same. THINE emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee…

A Boy's Will: Reluctance

by Robert Frost My ButterflyReluctance OUT through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and…

A Boy's Will: Love and a Question

by Robert Frost My November GuestA Late WalkLove and a Question He is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the hearth with love. A STRANGER came to the door at eve…

A Boy's Will: A Late Walk

by Robert Frost Love and a QuestionStarsA Late Walk He courts the autumnal mood. WHEN I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy…

A Boy's Will: Stars

by Robert Frost A Late WalkStorm FearStars There is no oversight of human affairs. HOW countlessly they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees…

A Boy's Will: Storm Fear

by Robert Frost StarsWind and Window FlowerStorm Fear He is afraid of his own isolation. WHEN the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on…