Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE FALLS, by ROBERT FROST

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THE FALLS, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis a steep wood of rocks
Last Line: And the falls came down there.
Subject(s): Waterfalls

'Tis a steep wood of rocks,
With the fern grown everywhere;
But with no birds -- not a wing!
And the falls come down there.

Even an Indian trail
Would swerve to a haunt so fair!
One used to -- there were the ferns
And the falls came down there.

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