The Birthplace
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.
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"Here further up the mountain slope..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Lee Frost delivers a powerful performance in "The Birthplace"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...