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Prepared by David Reed [email protected] or [email protected]
North of Boston
by Robert Frost
TO?E. M. F.?THIS BOOK OF PEOPLE
THE PASTURE
I'M going out to clean the pasture spring;?I'll only stop to rake the leaves away?(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):?I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.?I'm going out to fetch the little calf?That's standing by the mother. It's so young,?It totters when she licks it with her tongue.?I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
CONTENTS
Mending Wall?The Death of the Hired Man?The Mountain?A Hundred Collars?Home Burial?The Black Cottage?Blueberries?A Servant to Servants?After Apple-picking?The Code?The Generations of Men?The Housekeeper?The Fear?The Self-seeker?The Wood-pile?Good Hours
Mending Wall
SOMETHING there is that doesn't love a wall,?That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,?And spills the upper boulders in the sun;?And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.?The work of hunters is another thing:?I have come after them and made repair?Where they have left not one stone on a stone,?But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,?To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,?No one has seen them made or heard them made,?But at spring mending-time we find them there.?I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;?And on a day we meet to walk the line?And set the wall between us once again.?We keep the wall between us as we go.?To each the boulders that have fallen to each.?And some are loaves and some so nearly balls?We have to use a spell to make them balance:?"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"?We wear our fingers rough with handling them.?Oh, just another kind of out-door game,?One on a side. It comes to little more:?There where it is we do not need the wall:?He is all pine and I am apple orchard.?My apple trees will never get across?And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.?He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."?Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder?If I could put a notion in his head:?"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it?Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.?Before I built a wall I'd ask to know?What I was walling in or walling out,?And to whom I was like to give offence.?Something there is that doesn't love a wall,?That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,?But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather?He said it for himself. I see him there?Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top?In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.?He moves in darkness as it seems to me,?Not of woods only and the shade of trees.?He will not go behind his father's saying,?And he likes having thought of it so well?He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."
The Death of the Hired Man
MARY sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table?Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,?She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage?To meet him in the doorway with the news?And put him on his guard.