The desolate, deserted trees,The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Robert Frost --- My November Guest
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Robert Frost --- My November Guest
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