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The Hill Wife

SS(Her Word) One ought not to have to

So much as you and

Care when the birds come round the

To seem to say good-bye;

Or care so much when they come

With whatever it is they sing;

The truth being we are as

Too glad for the one

As we are too sad for the other here —With birds that fill their

But with each other and

And their built or driven nests.

SE

Always — I tell you this they learned—Always at night when they

To the lonely house from far

To lamps unlighted and fire gone gray,

They learned to rattle the lock and

To give whatever might chance to

Warning and time to be off in flight:

And preferring the out- to the in-door night,

They. learned to leave the house-door

Until they had lit the lamp inside.

HE

LE(Her Word)I didn't like the way he went away.

That smile!

It never came of being gay.

Still he smiled- did you see him?- I was sure!

Perhaps because we gave him only

And the wretch knew from that that we were poor.

Perhaps because he let us give

Of seizing from us as he might have seized.

Perhaps he mocked at us for being wed,

Or being very young (and he was

To have a vision of us old and dead).

I wonder how far down the road he's got.

He's watching from the woods as like as not.

HE

ED

She had no saying dark

For the dark pine that

Forever trying the

Of the room where they slept.

The tireless but ineffectual

That with every futile

Made the great tree seem as a little

Before the mystery of glass!

It never had been inside the room,

And only one of the

Was afraid in an oft-repeated

Of what the tree might do.

HE

It was too lonely for her there,

And too wild,

And since there were but two of them,

And no child,

And work was little in the house,

She was free,

And followed where he furrowed field,

Or felled tree.

She rested on a log and

The fresh chips,

With a song only to

On her lips.

And once she went to break a

Of black alder.

She strayed so far she scarcely heard.

When he called her—And didn't answer — didn't speak —Or return.

She stood, and then she ran and

In the fern.

He never found her, though he

Everywhere,

And he asked at her mother's

Was she there.

Sudden and swift and light as

The ties gave,

And he learned of

Besides the grave.

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Robert Frost

Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published i…

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