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And now they answer the summoning blast With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir,Or, at utmost, a little reluctant whirl That drops them no further than where they were.
I only hope that when I am free, As they are free, to go in questOf the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, It may not seem better to me to rest.
The Yale ReviewRobert Frost


THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow.Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after the petals go.
The barn opposed across the way, That would have joined the house in flameHad it been the will of the wind, was left To bear forsaken the place's name.
No more it opened with all one end For teams that came by the stony roadTo drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs And brush the mow with the summer load.
The birds that came to it through the air At broken windows flew out and in,Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh From too much dwelling on what has been

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