He halted in the wind and what was that? Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom, I said And truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march Such white luxuriance of May for ours We stood a moment so in a strange world, Myself as one his own pretense deceives; And then I said the truth (and we moved on) A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves (Robert Frost)
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He halted in the wind and what was that?
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most
Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom, I said
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on)
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves
(Robert Frost)
Fantastic!!
Gosh..Fantastic...
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