Name Amigo

Robert Frost Generated Poem

    But if it had to perish twice,
    
    And both that morning equally lay
    
    A voice said, Look me in the stars
    A voice said, Look me in the stars
    And miles to go before I sleep.
    
    Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
    And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
    
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
    
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    So dawn goes down to day