They leave us so to the way we took,
As two in whom them were proved mistaken,
That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,
With mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look,
And try if we cannot feel forsaken.
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I think this poem has something to do with the neglect Robert Frost's wife felt
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Wow, I've never read this one before. I like it. It has something about it that just captures me and makes me want to read it again and again.
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