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Into My Own
Project Gutenberg eBooks #3021 (A Boy's Will, 1913), #3026 (North of Boston, 1914) and #29345 (Mountain Interval, 1916)
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Source: Project Gutenberg eBooks #3021 (A Boy's Will, 1913), #3026 (North of Boston, 1914) and #29345 (Mountain Interval, 1916) Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/3021 Public domain basis: Complete texts of Frost's first three books. Public domain (published 1913–1916). Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition frost-early-poems at bytes 2966-3647; checksum 4a23951d0b19f4ae2f335af0c55ff9d5203c8ab35ab61029e540a90ca0d9b561.
# Into My Own
Into My Own
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew-- Only more sure of all I thought was true.