The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
n summer when I passed the place I had to stop and lift my face; A bird with an angelic gift Was singing in it sweet and swift. Robert Frost and his poems and other writings are famour in the literary world.. tony
rolling eye emoji uuugggghhhhhhh school project now i have to use 20 letters because of the pop up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i hate thgis i dont want to do a school project on this smh