The firm house lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear A number in.
But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
A Brook In The City
Robert Lee Frost
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Poem topics: city, flower, strength, grass, finger, street, square, meadow, house, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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