A Late Walk
Robert Frost
Track 5 on A Boy’s Will
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A Late Walk Lyrics
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
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- 1.Into My Own
- 2.Ghost House
- 5.A Late Walk
- 6.Stars
- 7.Storm Fear
- 11.Flower-Gathering
- 12.Rose Pogonias
- 13.Asking for Roses
- 14.Waiting
- 15.In a Vale
- 16.A Dream Pang
- 17.In Neglect
- 19.Mowing
- 20.Going for Water
- 21.Revelation
- 26.Pan With Us
- 30.October
- 31.My Butterfly
- 32.Reluctance
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