The Hill Wife

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Title:     The Hill Wife
Author: Robert Frost [More Titles by Frost]

LONELINESS

(_Her Word_)

One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye;

Or care so much when they come back
With whatever it is they sing;
The truth being we are as much
Too glad for the one thing

As we are too sad for the other here--
With birds that fill their breasts
But with each other and themselves
And their built or driven nests.

[The end]
Robert Frost's poem: Hill Wife

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