“Out through the field and the woods
And over the walls I have wended:
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
And come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended....
Conversation
“Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”— Robert Frost
