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Reluctance

   OUT through the fields and the woods
    And over the walls I have wended;
    I have climbed the hills of view
    And looked at the world, and descended;
    I have come by the highway home,
    And lo, it is ended.
    The leaves are all dead on the ground,
    Save those that the oak is keeping
    To ravel them one by one
    And let them go scraping and creeping
    Out over the crusted snow,
    When others are sleeping.
    And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
    No longer blown hither and thither;
    The last lone aster is gone;
    The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
    The heart is still aching to seek,
    But the feet question 'Whither?'
    Ah, when to the heart of man
    Was it ever less than a treason
    To go with the drift of things,
    To yield with a grace to reason,
    And bow and accept and accept the end
    Of a love or a season?

Produced by David Reed

NORTH OF BOSTON

By Robert Frost

          TO
          E. M. F.
          THIS BOOK OF PEOPLE

THE PASTURE

        I'M going out to clean the pasture spring;
        I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
        (And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
        I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
        I'm going out to fetch the little calf
        That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
        It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
        I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.

CONTENTS

         Mending Wall
         The Death of the Hired Man
         The Mountain
         A Hundred Collars
         Home Burial
         The Black Cottage
         Blueberries
         A Servant to Servants
         After Apple-picking
         The Code
         The Generations of Men
         The Housekeeper
         The Fear
         The Self-seeker
         The Wood-pile
         Good Hours