Robert Frost (1874-1963)

For those who are unfamiliar with the works of Robert Frost, here are some enticing snippets:




"... a leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared...
 ... the mower in the dew had loved them thus...
 ... from sheer morning gladness at the brim..."




"... the sweetest dream that labor knows.
           My long scythe whispered..."




The first lines are from "The Tuft of Flowers" and the second passage is from "Mowing", both appearing in Robert Frost's first book of poetry "A Boy's Will" published in 1915.