Reluctance - Robert Frost [Poem]

Out through the fields and the woods  And over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of view  And looked at the world, and descended;I have come by the highway home,  And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground,  Save those that the oak is keepingTo ravel them one by one  And let them go scraping and creepingOut over the crusted snow,  When others are sleeping. Reluctance - Robert FrostAnd the dead leaves lie huddled and still,  No longer blown hither and thither;The last lone aster is gone;  The flowers of the witch hazel wither;The heart is still aching to seek,  But the feet question ‘Whither?’ Ah, when to the heart of man  Was it ever less than a treasonTo go with the drift of things,  To yield with a grace to reason,And bow and accept the end  Of a love or a season? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.