Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.
Robert FrostI end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
Robert FrostThe first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.
Robert FrostIt's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
Robert Frost