Closed For Good Poem

Closed For Good Poem By Robert Frost,!

Much as I own lowe,
The passel s of the past,
Because theIr to and fro,
Has cut thIs road to last,
lowe them more today
Because they’ve gone away
And come not back wIth steed
And charIot to chIde
My slowness WIth theIr speed
And scare me to one sIde.
They have found other scenes
For haste and other nleans
They leave the road to me
To walk ill saying naught
Perhaps but to a bee
Inaudibly in thought,
‘From you the road receIves
A priming coat of leaves.
‘And soon for lack of sun,
The prospects are in white
It will be further done,
But with a coat so hght
The shape of leaves will show
Beneath the brush of snow.~
And so on into winter
Till even I have ceased
To come as a foot printer,
And only some slIght beast
So mousy or so foxy
Shall pnnt thele as my proxy.

Closed For Good Poem

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