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We chanced in passing by that afternoon	A
To catch it in a sort of special picture	B
Among tar banded ancient cherry trees	C
Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass	D
The little cottage we were speaking of	E
A front with just a door between two windows	F
Fresh painted by the shower a velvet black	G
We paused the minister and I to look	H
He made as if to hold it at arm's length	I
Or put the leaves aside that framed it in	J
Pretty he said Come in No one will care	K
The path was a vague parting in the grass	D
That led us to a weathered window sill	L
We pressed our faces to the pane You see he said	M
Everything's as she left it when she died	N
Her sons won't sell the house or the things in it	O
They say they mean to come and summer here	P
Where they were boys They haven't come this year	Q
They live so far away one is out west	R
It will be hard for them to keep their word	S
Anyway they won't have the place disturbed	T
A buttoned hair cloth lounge spread scrolling arms	U
Under a crayon portrait on the wall	V
Done sadly from an old daguerreotype	W
That was the father as he went to war	X
She always when she talked about war	X
Sooner or later came and leaned half knelt	Y
Against the lounge beside it though I doubt	Z
If such unlifelike lines kept power to stir	B
Anything in her after all the years	A2
He fell at Gettysburg or Fredericksburg	B2
I ought to know it makes a difference which	C2
Fredericksburg wasn't Gettysburg of course	D2
But what I'm getting to is how forsaken	E2
A little cottage this has always seemed	F2
Since she went more than ever but before	X
I don't mean altogether by the lives	G2
That had gone out of it the father first	H2
Then the two sons till she was left alone	I2
Nothing could draw her after those two sons	J2
She valued the considerate neglect	K2
She had at some cost taught them after years	A2
I mean by the world's having passed it by	L2
As we almost got by this afternoon	A
It always seems to me a sort of mark	M2
To measure how far fifty years have brought us	N2
Why not sit down if you are in no haste	O2
These doorsteps seldom have a visitor	B
The warping boards pull out their own old nails	P2
With none to tread and put them in their place	Q2
She had her own idea of things the old lady	R2
And she liked talk She had seen Garrison	E2
And Whittier and had her story of them	S2
One wasn't long in learning that she thought	T2
Whatever else the Civil War was for	X
It wasn't just to keep the States together	B
Nor just to free the slaves though it did both	U2
She wouldn't have believed those ends enough	V2
To have given outright for them all she gave	W2
Her giving somehow touched the principle	X2
That all men are created free and equal	X2
And to hear her quaint phrases so removed	Y2
From the world's view to day of all those things	Z2
That's a hard mystery of Jefferson's	J2
What did he mean Of course the easy way	A3
Is to decide it simply isn't true	B3
It may not be I heard a fellow say so	C3
But never mind the Welshman got it planted	D3
Where it will trouble us a thousand years	A2
Each age will have to reconsider it	O
You couldn't tell her what the West was saying	E3
And what the South to her serene belief	F3
She had some art of hearing and yet not	G3
Hearing the latter wisdom of the world	H3
White was the only race she ever knew	B3
Black she had scarcely seen and yellow never	B
But how could they be made so very unlike	I3
By the same hand working in the same stuff	V2
She had supposed the war decided that	J3
What are you going to do with such a person	E2
Strange how such innocence gets its own way	A3
I shouldn't be surprised if in this world	H3
It were the force that would at last prevail	K3
Do you know but for her there was a time	L3
When to please younger members of the church	M3
Or rather say non members in the church	M3
Whom we all have to think of nowadays	N3
I would have changed the Creed a very little	X2
Not that she ever had to ask me not to	B3
It never got so far as that but the bare thought	T2
Of her old tremulous bonnet in the pew	B3
And of her half asleep was too much for me	R2
Why I might wake her up and startle her	B
It was the words 'descended into Hades'	N3
That seemed too pagan to our liberal youth	O3
You know they suffered from a general onslaught	T2
And well if they weren't true why keep right on	P3
Saying them like the heathen We could drop them	S2
Only there was the bonnet in the pew	B3
Such a phrase couldn't have meant much to her	B
But suppose she had missed it from the Creed	Q3
As a child misses the unsaid Good night	R3
And falls asleep with heartache how should I feel	S3
I'm just as glad she made me keep hands off	T3
For dear me why abandon a belief	F3
Merely because it ceases to be true	B3
Cling to it long enough and not a doubt	Z
It will turn true again for so it goes	N3
Most of the change we think we see in life	U3
Is due to truths being in and out of favour	B3
As I sit here and oftentimes I wish	V3
I could be monarch of a desert land	W3
I could devote and dedicate forever	B3
To the truths we keep coming back and back to	B3
So desert it would have to be so walled	X3
By mountain ranges half in summer snow	C3
No one would covet it or think it worth	Y3
The pains of conquering to force change on	P3
Scattered oases where men dwelt but mostly	R2
Sand dunes held loosely in tamarisk	Z3
Blown over and over themselves in idleness	N3
Sand grains should sugar in the natal dew	B3
The babe born to the desert the sand storm	A4
Retard mid waste my cowering caravans	N3
There are bees in this wall He struck the clapboards	N3
Fierce heads looked out small bodies pivoted	D3
We rose to go Sunset blazed on the windows	N3

Robert Lee Frost

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