How well do I recall that walk in state Across the Common, by the paths we knew: Myself in silver badge and riband blue, My little sister with her book and slate; The elm tree by the Pond, the fence of wood, The burial place that at the corner stood Where once we crossed, through the forbidden grate, The stones that grudg'd us way, the graveside weed, The ominous wind that turned us half about. Smit by the flying drops, at what a speed Across the paths, unblessed and unforgiven We hurried homeward when the day was late And heard, with awe that left no place for doubt, God's anger mutter in the darkened heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |