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Robert Frost – from The Poetry of Robert Frost

Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valour reign
Even as on earth, in paradise;
And where they sought without the sword
Wide fields of asphodel fore'er
To find that the utmost reward
Of daring should be still to dare

The light of heaven falls whole and white
And is not shattered into dyes
The light forever is morning light
The hills are verdured pasturewise
The angel hosts with freshness go
And seek with laughter what to brave
And binding all is the hushed snow
Of the far distant breaking wave

And from a cliff top is proclaimed
The gathering of the souls for birth
The trial by existence named
The obscuration upon earth
And the silent spirits trooping by
In streams and cross and counter streams
Can but give ear to that sweet cry
For its suggestion of what dreams.

And the more loitering are turned
To view once more the sacrifice
Of those who for some good discerned
Will gladly give up paradise
And a white shimmering concourse rolls
Toward the throne to witness there
The speeding of devoted souls
Which God makes His especial care