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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS, by ROBERT FROST Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: In a haunt in the depths of the forest
Last Line: To strand on the sands of sleep.
Subject(s): Night; Bedtime
First Line: In a haunt in the depths of the forest
Last Line: To strand on the sands of sleep.
Subject(s): Night; Bedtime
In a haunt in the depths of the forest,
Enshrined by a lonely wood lake,
With the trees bending over its waters
Where moon-crested ripples break, --
Where far down the long arching vistas,
The moon-beams all peacefully lie,
And the night wind that steals through the tree-tops,
Moans softly and lingers by: --
Here, oft in the midnight above me,
I watch a lone, hemlock-wreathed star;
Till over the sands of the silence,
Wave music comes swelling afar.
My mind is born on by the singing,
A rudderless craft on the deep;
And 'tis left by the ebbing waters,
To strand on the sands of sleep.
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