The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
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Crocking, leaping frogs half on water half on land always eating bugs
wow this is awesome poetry with all my favourites the moon, gnomes and the brook, so magical..fabulous!
Another wonderfully suggestive poem. The errand is to fetch water where there was none. Frost allows us to imagine the scene as the couple run to meet the moon through their woods, the bare autumnal trees bereft of birdsong. What began as a practical errand is transformed in the last two verses. The brook is no longer viewed as an object that yields water, but as a thing of beauty, to be appreciated for its own sake.
Heart touching poem Tought me what would happen if we didn’t have water . Loved it