Robert Lee Frost
United States
26 Mar 1874 // 29 Jan 1963
Poeta
26 Mar 1874 // 29 Jan 1963
Poeta
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Reluctance, 1913
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