| Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915. |
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| 11. Flower-gathering |
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| 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, | 5 |
| Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming? | |
| Are you dumb because you know me not, | |
| Or dumb because you know? | |
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| All for me? And not a question | |
| For the faded flowers gay | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| That I’ve been long away. | |
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