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Frost, Robert - When I go up through the mowing field
Identifier
000373
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
Robert Frost – from The Poetry of Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field
The headless aftermath
Smoothlaid like thatch with the heavy dew
Half closes the garden path
And when I come to the garden ground
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare
But a leaf that lingered brown
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought
Comes softly rattling down
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you