| Robert Frost (18741963). Miscellaneous Poems to 1920. 1920. |
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| 12. The Runaway |
| | | (From The Amherst Monthly, June 1918.) |
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| ONCE when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, | |
| We stopped by a mountain pasture to say, Whose colt? | |
| A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall, | |
| The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head | |
| And snorted to us. And then we saw him bolt. | 5 |
| We heard the miniature thunder where he fled, | |
| And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray, | |
| Like a shadow across instead of behind the flakes. | |
| The little fellows afraid of the falling snow. | |
| He never saw it before. It isnt play | 10 |
| With the little fellow at all. Hes running away. | |
| He wouldnt believe when his mother told him, Sakes, | |
| Its only weather. He thought she didnt know! | |
| So this is something he has to bear alone | |
| And now he comes again with a clatter of stone, | 15 |
| He mounts the wall again with whited eyes | |
| Dilated nostrils, and tail held straight up straight. | |
| He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies. | |
| Whoever it is that leaves him out so late, | |
| When all other creatures have gone to stall and bin, | 20 |
| Ought to be told to come and take him in. | |
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