Mary Lee offers this chunk of Robert Frost today:
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Oh, yeah. I needed those lines. Here’s a link to the rest of the poem.
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