Robert Frost, your romantic pastoralism,
Romantic pastoralism,
Leading to the farmhouse with
The galloping horse passing through
The forest track,
Snows falling,
You with the saddled horse
Going on horseback
Marking the beauty and mystery,
Silence of the woods,
The evening falling,
Darkening it all,
Looming around
And you pausing by,
Pausing and passing
Marking the evefall
With the temptation of viewing
And the pull back of loyalty calling,
Robert, Robert Frost!
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