The Birthplace
Robert Frost
Track 33 on West-Running Brook
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The Birthplace Lyrics
Here further up the mountain slope
Than there was every any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring,
Strung chains of wall round everything,
Subdued the growth of earth to grass,
And brought our various lives to pass.
A dozen girls and boys we were.
The mountain seemed to like the stir,
And made of us a little while--
With always something in her smile.
Today she wouldn't know our name.
(No girl's, of course, has stayed the same.)
The mountain pushed us off her knees.
And now her lap is full of trees.
Than there was every any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring,
Strung chains of wall round everything,
Subdued the growth of earth to grass,
And brought our various lives to pass.
A dozen girls and boys we were.
The mountain seemed to like the stir,
And made of us a little while--
With always something in her smile.
Today she wouldn't know our name.
(No girl's, of course, has stayed the same.)
The mountain pushed us off her knees.
And now her lap is full of trees.
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- 1.Spring Pools
- 5.Atmosphere
- 6.Devotion
- 8.The Cocoon
- 10.A Peck of Gold
- 11.Acceptance
- 13.Lodged
- 14.A Minor Bird
- 15.Bereft
- 18.The Thatch
- 19.A Winter Eden
- 20.The Flood
- 24.Sand Dunes
- 25.Canis Major
- 26.A Soldier
- 27.Immigrants
- 28.Hannibal
- 29.The Flower Boat
- 30.The Times Table
- 31.The Investment
- 32.The Last Mowing
- 33.The Birthplace
- 35.Dust in the Eyes
- 37.The Armful
- 38.What Fifty Said
- 39.Riders
- 41.The Bear
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