I Could Give All To Time Poem By Robert Frost,
To Time it never seems that he IS brave,
To set himself again::,t the peaks of snow,
To lay them level wIth the lUnnmg wave,
Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low,
But only grave, contemplative and grave.
What now is inland shall be ocean Isle,
Then eddies playmg round a sunken reef
Like the curl at the comer of a snnle,
And I could share Time’s lack of joy or grief
At such a planetary change of style.
I could give all to Time except-except
What I myself have held. But why declare
The things forbidden that while the Customs slept
I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There,
And what I would not part with I have kept