Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

In Neglect - Poem by Robert Frost

They leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom them were proved mistaken, That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, With michievous, vagrant, seraphic look, And try if we cannot feel forsaken.


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  • Mark Arvizu Mark Arvizu (8/16/2015 11:35:00 AM)

    We can start some trouble if they ignore us! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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