English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. My November Guest. Роберт Ли Фрост.

Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise.

Robert Lee Frost’s other poems:

1. The Investment
2. Reluctance
3. Pan with Us
4. Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be the Same
5. What Fifty Said

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