That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad—
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.
“Ghost House”by Robert Frost
Robert Frost was an American poet, born on March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California. The recipient of four Pulitzer prizes for poetry, Frost was first published in 1894 in the New York Independent. He studied at Harvard for two years before leaving to support his family as a farmer on his late grandfather’s farm. He used the early morning hours to write poetry and worked on the farm for nine years before returning to his prior career, teaching. In 1912 Frost moved his family to Great Britain, where he befriended poet, Ezra Pound and it is there he published his first poetry book, A Boy’s Will. He returned to America in 1915.
Most of Frost’s poems depict rural life and are set in New England in the early twentieth century. He is known for his use of colloquial speech and for exploring complex social and philosophical themes. In 1960 Frost was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal and in 1961 he was named Poet Laureate of Vermont. His famous poem, “The Road Not Taken,” was published in 1961. He died two years later, on January 29, 1963.
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