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A Late Walk

Love or a Season, movement IV
​(score and demo under construction)

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Poem by Robert Frost, from A Boy's Will (1913)

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
 
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
 
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
 
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.

see also:
I. Into My Own
II. A Dream Pang
III. Going for Water
V. Reluctance

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