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Written by Robert Frost | Create an image from this poem

I Will Sing You One-O

 It was long I lay
Awake that night
Wishing that night
Would name the hour
And tell me whether
To call it day
(Though not yet light)
And give up sleep.
The snow fell deep
With the hiss of spray;
Two winds would meet,
One down one street,
One down another,
And fight in a smother
Of dust and feather.
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

Then cane one knock!
A note unruffled
Of earthly weather,
Though strange and muffled.
The tower said, "One!'
And then a steeple.
They spoke to themselves
And such few people
As winds might rouse
From sleeping warm
(But not unhouse).
They left the storm
That struck en masse
My window glass
Like a beaded fur.
In that grave One
They spoke of the sun
And moon and stars,
Saturn and Mars
And Jupiter.
Still more unfettered,
They left the named
And spoke of the lettered,
The sigmas and taus
Of constellations.
They filled their throats
With the furthest bodies
To which man sends his
Speculation,
Beyond which God is;
The cosmic motes
Of yawning lenses.
Their solemn peals
Were not their own:
They spoke for the clock
With whose vast wheels
Theirs interlock.
In that grave word
Uttered alone
The utmost star
Trembled and stirred,
Though set so far
Its whirling frenzies
Appear like standing
in one self station.
It has not ranged,
And save for the wonder 
Of once expanding
To be a nova,
It has not changed
To the eye of man
On planets over
Around and under
It in creation
Since man began
To drag down man
And nation nation.


Written by Edna St. Vincent Millay | Create an image from this poem

Underground System

 Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the
 world—it is thin.
Moles are at work beneath us; they have tunneled the
 sub-soil
With separate chambers; which at an appointed knock
Could be as one, could intersect and interlock. We walk
 on the skin
Of life. No toil
Of rake or hoe, no lime, no phosphate, no rotation of
 crops, no irrigation of the land,
Will coax the limp and flattened grain to stand
On that bad day, or feed to strength the nibbled root's of
 our nation.
Ease has demoralized us, nearly so, we know
Nothing of the rigours of winter: The house has a roof
 against—the car a top against—the snow.
All will be well, we say, it is a bit, like the rising of the
 sun,
For our country to prosper; who can prevail against us?
No one.
The house has a roof; but the boards of its floor are
 rotting, and hall upon hall
The moles have built their palace beneath us, we have
 not far to fall.

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