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Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems of Robert Frost
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| 101. | The Gift Outright | 1/3/2003 |
| 102. | The Gum-Gatherer | 1/13/2003 |
| 103. | The Impulse | 3/29/2010 |
| 104. | The Line-Gang | 1/13/2003 |
| 105. | The Lockless Door | 1/3/2003 |
| 106. | The Mountain | 3/29/2010 |
| 107. | The Need of Being Versed in Country Things | 1/3/2003 |
| 108. | The Objection To Being Stepped On | 3/29/2010 |
| 109. | The Oft-Repeated Dream | 3/30/2010 |
| 110. | The Oven Bird | 1/3/2003 |
| 111. | The Pasture | 1/3/2003 |
| 112. | The Road Not Taken | 1/3/2003 |
| 113. | The Rose Family | 1/3/2003 |
| 114. | The Secret Sits | 1/3/2003 |
| 115. | The Silken Tent | 1/3/2003 |
| 116. | The Soldier | 1/3/2003 |
| 117. | The Sound of Trees | 1/3/2003 |
| 118. | The Span Of Life | 1/13/2003 |
| 119. | The Star Splitter | 1/3/2003 |
| 120. | The Telephone | 1/13/2003 |
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A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
