Robert Frost

A Boundless Moment He halted in the wind, and -- what was that A Boy's Will Part I A Brook In The City The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square A Cliff Dwelling There sandy seems the golden sky A Considerable Speck (Microscopic) Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. A Dream Pang I had withdrawn in forest, and my song After Apple Picking My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree A Late Walk When I go up through the mowing field, A Line-Storm Song The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, An Old Man's Winter Night All out of doors looked darkly in at him A Patch of Old Snow There's a patch of old snow in a corner A Prayer In Spring Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; A Question A voice said, Look me in the stars A Servant To Servants I didn't make you know how glad I was Asking for Roses A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, A Soldier He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, A Time to Talk When a friend calls to me from the road Bereft Where had I heard this wind before Birches When I see birches bend to left and right Bond And Free Love has earth to which she clings But outer Space But outer Space, Come In As I came to the edge of the woods, Departmental An ant on the tablecloth Desert Places Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast Design I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, Devotion The heart can think of no devotion Dust of Snow The way a crow Evening In A Sugar Orchard From where I lingered in a lull in march Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Fireflies in the Garden Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, Flower-Gathering I left you in the morning, For once, then Something Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Fragmentary Blue Why make so much of fragmentary blue Gathering Leaves Spades take up leaves Ghost House I dwell in a lonely house I know Going For Water The well was dry beside the door, Good-bye, and Keep Cold This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark Hannibal Was there even a cause too lost, Home Burial He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Hyla Brook By June our brook's run out of song and speed. In a Disused Graveyard The living come with grassy tread In a Vale When I was young, we dwelt in a vale In Equal Sacrifice Thus of old the Douglas did: In Hardwood Groves The same leaves over and over again! In Neglect They leave us so to the way we took, Into My Own One of my wishes is that those dark trees, In White A dented spider like a snow drop white Iota Subscript Seek not in me the bit I capital, Leaves Compared with Flowers A tree's leaves may be ever so good, Love And A Question A stranger came to the door at eve, Meeting And Passing As I went down the hill along the wall Mending Wall Something there is that doesn't love a wall, Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, My Butterfly Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, My November Guest My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Neither Out Far Nor In Deep The people along the sand Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same He would declare and could himself believe Nothing Gold can Stay Nature's first green is gold, Not to Keep They sent him back to her. The letter came Now Close The Windows Now close the windows and hush all the fields: October O hushed October morning mild, On A Tree Fallen Across The Road (To hear us talk) Once by the Pacific The shattered water made a misty din. One Step Backward Taken Not only sands and gravels On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations You'll wait a long, long time for anything much Out, out-- The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard Pan With Us Pan came out of the woods one day,-- Plowmen A plow, they say, to plow the snow. Provide, Provide The witch that came (the withered hag) Putting in the Seed You come to fetch me from my work to-night Range Finder The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung Range-Finding The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods Revelation We make ourselves a place apart Rose Pogonias A saturated meadow, Spoils of the Dead Two fairies it was Spring Pools These pools that, though in forests, still reflect Stars How countlessly they congregate Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. Storm Fear When the wind works against us in the dark, The Aim Was Song Before man to blow to right The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize The Axe-Helve I've known ere now an interfering branch The Bear The bear puts both arms around the tree above her The Bonfire OH, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves, The Cow In Apple-Time Something inspires the only cow of late The Death of the Hired Man Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table The Demiurge's Laugh It was far in the sameness of the wood; The Exposed Nest You were forever finding some new play. The Flower Boat The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn The Gift Outright The land was ours before we were the land's. The Gum-Gatherer There overtook me and drew me in The Hill Wife It was too lonely for her there, The Line-Gang Here come the line-gang pioneering by, The Lockless Door It went many years, The Need of Being Versed in Country Things The house had gone to bring again The Objection To Being Stepped On At the end of the row The Oven Bird There is a singer everyone has heard, The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, The Rose Family The rose is a rose, The Secret Sits We dance round in a ring and suppose, The Silken Tent She is as in a field of silken tent The Soldier He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, The Sound of Trees I wonder about the trees. The Span Of Life The old dog barks backwards without getting up. The Star Splitter `You know Orion always comes up sideways. The Telephone 'When I was just as far as I could walk The Trial By Existence Even the bravest that are slain The Tuft of Flowers I went to turn the grass once after one The Vanishing Red He is said to have been the last Red man The Vantage Point If tires of trees I seek again mankind, The Wood-Pile Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day They Were Welcome To Their Belief Grief may have thought it was grief. To Earthward Love at the lips was touch To E. T. I slumbered with your poems on my breast To The Thawing Wind Come with rain. O loud Southwester! Tree at my Window Tree at my window, window tree, Two Look at Two Love and forgetting might have carried them Two Tramps in Mud Time Out of the mud two strangers came Waiting -- Afield At Dusk What things for dream there are when spectre-like, Wind and Window Flower Lovers, forget your love,