The Middleness Of The Road Poem

The Middleness Of The Road Poem By Robert Frost,

The road at the top of the rIse,
Seems to come to an end,
And take off Into the skIes.
So at the dIstant bend
It seems to go Into a wood,
The place of standing stIll
As long the trees have stood.
But say what Fancy will,
The mIneral drops that explode
To drive my ton of car
Are lImited to the road
They deal with near and far,
But have almost nothing to do
WIth the absolute fught and rest
The universal blue
And local green suggest.

The Middleness Of The Road Poem

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