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The Tuft Of Flowers Poem By Robert Frost

The Tuft Of Flowers Poem By Robert Frost!

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made hIs blade so keen
Before I came to view the leveled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees,
I hstened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,-alone,
CAs all must be,=- I sald Within my heart,
‘Whether they work together or apart.’
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,
Seeking wIth memories grown dim o’er night
Some restmg flower of yesterday’s delight.
And once I marked hIS fhght go round and round~
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.
And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a taJl tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yeL to draw one thought of ours to him,
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
CMen work together,’ I told him from the heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’

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