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Poem by Robert Lee Frost


Rose Pogonias


A SATURATED meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers, --
A temple of the hear.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sunТs right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color,
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
that none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.



Robert Lee Frost


Robert Lee Frost's other poems:
  1. Hyla Brook
  2. Meeting and Passing
  3. The Mountain
  4. The Self-Seeker
  5. The Census-Taker


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