In Neglect

Robert Frost

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 michievous, vagrant, seraphic look,
And try if we cannot feel forsaken.

Next 10 Poems

• Robert Frost : In The Home Stretch
• Robert Frost : In White ( Frost's Early Version Of Design )
• Robert Frost : Into My Own
• Robert Frost : Investment, The
• Robert Frost : Iota Subscript
• Robert Frost : Kitchen Chimney, The
• Robert Frost : Last Mowing, The
• Robert Frost : Leaves Compared With Flowers
• Robert Frost : Line-gang, The
• Robert Frost : Lockless Door, The

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Frost : In Hardwood Groves
• Robert Frost : In Equal Sacrifice
• Robert Frost : In A Vale
• Robert Frost : In A Disused Graveyard
• Robert Frost : Immigrants
• Robert Frost : I Will Sing You One-o
• Robert Frost : Hyla Brook
• Robert Frost : Housekeeper, The
• Robert Frost : Home Burial
• Robert Frost : Hill Wife, The