Robert Frost

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

Come In - Poem by Robert Frost

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went --
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.

Comments about Come In by Robert Frost

  • (10/23/2017 11:15:00 AM)

    This poem personifies Frost's theme of himself as an outsider. But the mystery of Frost is his ambivalence about that perception, and in this poem we really don't know if it's a good thing or not that he's looking at stars and won't come in to where everyone else seems to be. Or are they there, lamenting? Or are they inside the house hinted at, but never mentioned...Taken as a whole, Frost seems glad about going his own way, except for sometimes, as in Good Hours, when his feet disturb the village street, coming home after walking too far away. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/24/2016 8:43:00 PM)

    (Come In by Robert Frost.) **The poet seemed tempted to some dark corner of life, as all are at some point, but had garnered enough strength to resist such temptation to enter that dark place. BE WARE OF TEMPTATION. (Report) Reply

  • (12/25/2015 4:28:00 AM)

    The flow of the poem is magnificent, just like a rivulet running with speed in mountainous terrain. A superb poem. Enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 3:12:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (3/26/2014 5:46:00 PM)

    Like a cascade flowing with a rythemic sound. (Report) Reply

  • (10/26/2012 11:43:00 AM)

    oh the music of the thrush at sunset and the beauty of the stars..fabulous! (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2009 3:02:00 AM)

    Frost’s best poems carry their own inner music.
    His gift as an observer is to become part of nature without ever wishing to intrude into what he is describing.
    This humility in the face of a force that Frost feels to be greater than himself has never been better expressed than in the last verse of this remarkable poem, which ranks with Hardy’s The Darkling Thrush that may well have inspired it.
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  • (7/30/2006 10:46:00 PM)

    This beautiful poem is set to music by Randall Thompson in a set called Frostiana. The setting for Come In is for Women's voices with a solo flute part to portray the thrush. Other poems in the set are The Road Not Taken, The Pasture, Stopping by Woods, The Telephone and Choose Something Like a Star. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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