Robert Frost Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963
Birthday: March 26
Death: January 29
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.
source: Robert Frost, Thomas Fasano (2008). “Selected Early Poems of Robert Frost”, p.40, Coyote Canyon Press
topic: Rain, Flower, Clouds, Storm Clouds, Quartz, Love Rain, Roadside, Snowy
