Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Misgiving - Poem by Robert Frost

All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!'
The foliage follow him, leaf and stem;
But a sleep oppresses them as they go,
And they end by bidding them as they go,
And they end by bidding him stay with them.

Since ever they flung abroad in spring
The leaves had promised themselves this flight,
Who now would fain seek sheltering wall,
Or thicket, or hollow place for the night.

And now they answer his summoning blast
With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir,
Or at utmost a little reluctant whirl
That drops them no further than where they were.

I only hope that when I am free
As they are free to go in quest
Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life
It may not seem better to me to rest.

Topic(s) of this poem: giving


Comments about Misgiving by Robert Frost

  • Susan Williams (12/10/2015 1:34:00 PM)


    Frost can write about tissue paper and turn it into a life lesson! Again I can relax and let the poet guide me through an experience and widen the breadth and height of life:
    I only hope that when I am free
    As they are free to go in quest
    Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life
    It may not seem better to me to rest.
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  • (8/11/2015 8:03:00 PM)


    ........a wonderful composition...so imaginative★ (Report) Reply

  • Mark Arvizu (7/20/2015 8:59:00 AM)


    May the wind take you on far and enriching adventures (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 11, 2015



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