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Frost, Robert - One of my wishes is that those dark trees
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Robert Frost – from The Poetry of Robert Frost
One of my wishes is that those dark trees
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom
But stretched away unto the edge of doom
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away
Fearless of ever finding open land
Or highway where the slow wheel pours out sand
I do not see why I should e'er turn back
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should not miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear
They should not find me changed from him they knew
Only more sure of all I thought was true