Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

Some say the world will end in fire,

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

The white-tailed hornet lives in a balloon

An ant on the tablecloth

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air

The shattered water made a misty din.

"You know Orion always comes up sideways.

He thought he kept the universe alone;

There's a patch of old snow in a corner

The witch that came (the withered hag)

The house had gone to bring again

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,

Out through the fields and the woods

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;

The land was ours before we were the land’s.

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,