On Going Unnoticed Poem By Robert Frost
As vain to raIse a voice as a sIgh
In the tumult of free leaves on hIgh
What are you In the shado\v of b’ees
Engaged up there wIth the light and breeze ~
Less than the coral-root you know
That IS content with the dayhght low,
And has no leaves at all of ItS own,
Whose spotted flowers hang meanly down.
You grasp the bark by a rugged pleat,
And look up small from the forest’s feet.
The only leaf it drops goes wide,
Your name not wntten on eIther SIde.
You hnger your little hour and are gone,
And still the woods sweep leafily on,
Not even missing the coral-root flower