Edwin Arlington Robinson

(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)

The Companion - Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Let him answer as he will,
Or be lightsome as he may,
Now nor after shall he say
Worn-out words enough to kill,
Or to lull down by their craft,
Doubt, that was born yesterday,
When he lied and when she laughed.

Let him and another name
for the starlight on the snow,
Let him teach her till she know
That all seasons are the same,
And all sheltered ways are fair,—
Still, wherever she may go,
Doubt will have a dwelling there.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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