William Wordsworth, "The Sun Has Long Been Set"
sharingpoetry: The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and the trees; There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky. Who would go `parading’ In London, `and masquerading’, On such a night of June...
Sharing Poetry: Robert Frost, "Stopping By Woods... →
sharingpoetry: Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives…
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