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(1884) Come In - Frost

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    Come In As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music ---hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight
    Message 1 of 1 , Aug 1, 2012
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      Come In

      As I came to the edge of the woods,
      Thrush music ---hark!
      Now if it was dusk outside,
      Inside it was dark.

      Too dark in the woods for a bird
      By sleight of wing
      To better its perch for the night,
      Though it still could sing.

      The last of the light of the sun
      That had died in the west
      Still lived for one song more
      In a thrush's breast.

      Far in the pillared dark
      Thrush music went ---
      Almost like a call to come in
      To the dark and lament.

      But no, I was out for stars:
      I would not come in.
      I meant not even if asked,
      And I hadn't been.

      -Robert Frost
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