Flower-Gathering

I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?

All for me And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.

by Robert Frost

Comments (5)

fuckn bich go make a better one
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
Why can't someone at the website fix the mistakes in these poems.
Flower-Gathering I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming? Are you dumb because you know me not, Or dumb because you know? All for me And not a question For the faded flowers gay That could take me from beside you For the ages of a day? They are yours, and be the measure Of their worth for you to treasure, The measure of the little while That I've been long away.
I've been reading this poem a lot of times and I can't seem to stop myself to reading more of it. Great poems deserve to be read a lot of times before being understood and I say this is one of them. There really is sadness and I think I could see him with tears brimming in his eyes watching her look at a faded flower....he gave...