The Hill Wife Poem by Robert Frost

The Hill Wife

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It was too lonely for her there,
And too wild,
And since there were but two of them,
And no child.

And work was little in the house,
She was free,
And followed where he furrowed field,
Or felled log.

She rested on a log and tossed
The fresh chips,
With a song only to herself
On her lips.

And once she went to break a bough
Of black alder.
She strayed so far she scarcely heard
When he called her -

And didn't answer - didn't speak -
Or return.
She stood, and then she ran and hid
In the fern.

He never found her, though he looked
Everywhere,
And he asked at her mother's house
Was she there.

Sudden and swift and light as that
The ties gave,
And he learned of finalities
Besides the grave.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tom Allport 21 December 2016

it's not all fun and games living in the hills

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* Sunprincess * 04 October 2015

.......very nicely penned...a sad write ★

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Mark Arvizu 10 September 2015

The single person need no one to entertain except themselves.....

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