The Gift Outright Poem By Robert Frost,
The land was ours before we were the land’s.
She was our land more than a hundred years,
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in VirginIa,
But we were England’s, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
SomethIng we were wIthholding made us weak
Unhl we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of hVIng,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gut was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But shll unstoned, artless, unenhanced.
Such as she was, such as she would become.