The Investment
Robert Frost
Track 31 on West-Running Brook
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The Investment Lyrics
Over back where they speak of life as staying
('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'),
There was an old, old house renewed with paint,
And in it a piano loudly playing.
Out in the plowed ground in the cold a digger,
Among unearthed potatoes standing still,
Was counting winter dinners, one a hill,
With half an ear to the piano's vigor.
All that piano and new paint back there,
Was it some money suddenly come into?
Or some extravagance young love had been to?
Or old love on an impulse not to care--
Not to sink under being man and wife,
But get some color and music out of life?
('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'),
There was an old, old house renewed with paint,
And in it a piano loudly playing.
Out in the plowed ground in the cold a digger,
Among unearthed potatoes standing still,
Was counting winter dinners, one a hill,
With half an ear to the piano's vigor.
All that piano and new paint back there,
Was it some money suddenly come into?
Or some extravagance young love had been to?
Or old love on an impulse not to care--
Not to sink under being man and wife,
But get some color and music out of life?
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- 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
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