Poem

Going for Water By Robert Frost

The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran;

Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill), because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees, The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from the moon, <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">Ready to run to hiding new <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">With laughter when she found us soon.

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">Each laid on other a staying hand <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">To listen ere we dared to look, <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">And in the hush we joined to make <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">A note as from a single place, <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">A slender tinkling fail that made <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">Now drops that floated on the pool <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">Like pearls, and now a silver blade.