I told him this is a pleasant life, To set your breast to the barkof trees That all your days are dim beneath, And reaching up with a little knife, To loose the resin and take it down And bring… — Robert Frost (1874â1963)US Poet Copy Share Image
I told him this is a pleasant life, To set your breast to the barkof trees That all your days are dim beneath, And… — Robert Frost (1874â1963)US Poet Copy Share Image
