Stories, Questions, and Mysteries

Stories, Questions, and Mysteries

Thursday, 9 April 2020

The Tuft of Flowers > ROBERT FROST


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> I went to turn the grass once after one
> Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.


> The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
> Before I came to view the levelled scene.

> I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
> I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

> But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
> And I must be, as he had been,—alone,

> ‘As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
> ‘Whether they work together or apart.’

> But as I said it, swift there passed me by
> On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly,

> Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
> Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.

> And once I marked his flight go round and round,
> As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

> And then he flew as far as eye could see,
> And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

> I thought of questions that have no reply,
> And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

> But he turned first, and led my eye to look
> At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

> A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
> Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

> I left my place to know them by their name,
> Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

> The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
> By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

> Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
> But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

> The butterfly and I had lit upon,
> Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

> That made me hear the wakening birds around,
> And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

> And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
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> So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

> But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
> And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

> And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
> With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

> ‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,
> ‘Whether they work together or apart.’

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