Thursday, October 12, 2006


Selected verses from Robert Frost's

Oh hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild
Should waste them all...

Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf,
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist,
Enchant the land with amethyst.

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