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 (10)

what a wonderful piece of work
a nice gesture towards the freedom of belief and understanding, the lines justify our rights as humans...May peace and joy prevail everywhere... Abha
A very powerful and and thought provoking write, my friend. Calls for peace, liberation and tolerance are always in order, but especially in this day and age. Excellent read. Thank you Richard
Persian Nightingale sings songs of peace and freedom to follow the wisdom of the East. A very apt meterical message in the present context with allusion to history.
A new kind of poem here, very well written, describing a historical and at the same time timeless and real hope. A fine work! 10
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