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By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)--
Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat--
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.
Robert Frost
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Read poems about / on: june, song, snow, remember, together, love, running, water
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Comments about this poem (Hyla Brook
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Robert Frost
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Andrew Hoellering (5/28/2009 9:39:00 AM)
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This is very nearly a sonnet.We know a sonnet has 14 lines and this 15, which is evidence that Frost was more interested in completing what he had to say than in following a traditional verse pattern.
The first, fifth and sixth lines are magical, but the key line of the poem is the last one.What for me is especially memorable is the way he describes the faded stream, 'a brook to none but who remember long.'
The poem tells us a lot about the nature of loyalty and love.
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