To The Right Person Poem By Robert Frost,
In the one state of ours that IS a shire,
There is a DIStrict Schoolhouse I admIre,
As much as anythIng for situation.
rhere are few institutions standing higher
This side the Rockies In my estimationTwo thousand feet above the ocean level.
It has two entrIes for coeducation.
But there’s a tIght shut look to either door
And to the windows of its fenestration,
As if to say mere learning was the devIl
And this school wasn’t keepmg any more
Unless for penitents who took their seat
Upon its doorsteps as at mercy’s feet
To make up for a lack of medItation.