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Poem by Robert Lee Frost


Waiting


Afield at dusk

What things for dream there are when specter-like,
Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled,
I enter alone upon the stubbled filed,
From which the laborers voices late have died,
And in the antiphony of afterglow
And rising full moon, sit me down
Upon the full moons side of the first haycock
And lose myself amid so many alike.

I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,
Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;
I dream upon the nighthawks peopling heaven,
Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;
And on the bats mute antics, who would seem
Dimly to have made out my secret place,
Only to lose it when he pirouettes,
On the last swallows sweep; and on the rasp
In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back,
That, silenced by my advent, finds once more,
After an interval, his instrument,
And tries once--twice--and thrice if I be there;
And on the worn book of old-golden song
I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold
And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;
But on the memor of one absent, most,
For whom these lines when they shall greet her eye.



Robert Lee Frost


Robert Lee Frost's other poems:
  1. On Going Unnoticed
  2. Hyla Brook
  3. The Self-Seeker
  4. The Census-Taker
  5. The Vantage Point


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Clarence Dennis Waiting ("Oh, how I love the fine old chap")
  • Sarah Jewett Waiting ("I can't believe my wedding day was fifty years ago!")
  • Ella Wilcox Waiting ("The days flow on, and on") 1869

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