THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM

by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

      HE had no saying dark enough
      For the dark pine that kept
      Forever trying the window latch
      Of the room where they slept.
       
      The tireless but ineffectual hands
      That with every futile pass
      Made the great tree seem as a little bird
      Before the mystery of glass!
       
      It never had been inside the room,
      And only one of the two
      Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream
      Of what the tree might do.

"The Oft-Repeated Dream" is reprinted from Mountain Interval. Robert Frost. New York: Henry Holt, 1921.

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