Misgiving Poem by Robert Frost

Misgiving

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All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!'
The foliage follow him, leaf and stem;
But a sleep oppresses them as they go,
And they end by bidding them as they go,
And they end by bidding him stay with them.

Since ever they flung abroad in spring
The leaves had promised themselves this flight,
Who now would fain seek sheltering wall,
Or thicket, or hollow place for the night.

And now they answer his summoning blast
With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir,
Or at utmost a little reluctant whirl
That drops them no further than where they were.

I only hope that when I am free
As they are free to go in quest
Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life
It may not seem better to me to rest.

Saturday, July 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: giving
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 03 May 2020

I only hope that when I am free As they are free to go in quest Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life It may not seem better to me to rest..knowledge beyond the bounds of life. tony

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Susan Williams 10 December 2015

Frost can write about tissue paper and turn it into a life lesson! Again I can relax and let the poet guide me through an experience and widen the breadth and height of life: I only hope that when I am free As they are free to go in quest Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life It may not seem better to me to rest.

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* Sunprincess * 11 August 2015

........a wonderful composition...so imaginative?

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Mark Arvizu 20 July 2015

May the wind take you on far and enriching adventures

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