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We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,
Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought,
And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
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The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
For weeks and weeks the autumn world stood still,
Clothed in the shadow of a smoky haze;
The fields were dead, the wind had lost its will,
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
All things within this fading world hath end,
Adversity doth still our joyes attend;
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,