Robert Frost
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Robert Frost -
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
and would suffice.
The melancholy of having to count souls
Where they grow fewer and fewer every year
Is extreme where they shrink to none at all.
It must be I want life to go on living.
- Robert Frost
Robert Frost -
How countlessly they congregate O'er
our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shape as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on To white rest,
and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love
nor hate, Those stars like some
snow-white Minerva's snow-white marble
eyes Without the gift of sight.
I have been one aquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
- Robert Frost
