Name Amigo

Robert Frost Generated Poem

    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Nothing gold can stay.
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    And having perhaps the better claim
    But a leaf that lingered brown,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    Of easy wind and downy flake.
    Is sadder than any words
    The darkest evening of the year.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    So Eden sank to grief,
    Her early leaf's a flower;