In Neglect, Robert Frost

THEY leave us so to the way we took,
As two in whom they were proved mistaken,
That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,
With mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look,
And try if we cannot feel forsaken.

This poem is from Robert Frost(1874-1963), an American poet who wrote about rural life and portrayed everyday situations. "In Neglect" is part of "A Boy's will", Robert's first book of poetry, published in England.

You can read the whole book "A Boy's Will" at Bartleby. I would like to thank Ashley Maclure, from Atlanta, for sending me this poem. :)