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Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915.

12. Rose Pogonias

A SATURATED meadow,

Sun-shaped and jewel-small,

A circle scarcely wider

Than the trees around were tall;

Where winds were quite excluded,

And the air was stifling sweet

With the breath of many flowers,—

A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,

As the sun’s right worship is,

To pick where none could miss them

A thousand orchises;

For though the grass was scattered,

Yet every second spear

Seemed tipped with wings of color,

That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer

Before we left the spot,

That in the general mowing

That place might be forgot;

Or if not all so favoured,

Obtain such grace of hours,

That none should mow the grass there

While so confused with flowers.