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Reluctance by Robert Frost

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I think I will dedicate the next few days in publishing some of my favourite works by Robert Frost. Come on, it’s October. What better way to spend it than reading his poems?

Robert Frost

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 descended;
I have come by the highway home,
       And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
       Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
       And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
       When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
       No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
       The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
       But the feet question “Whither?”

Ah, when to the heart of man
       Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
       To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
       Of a love or a season?

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