Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.
Robert FrostAll thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew
Robert FrostI have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
Robert Frost