Eirik Røkkum siterer The Poetry Of Robert Frost av Robert Frost
22:18, 24. august 2011 Ingen har det som favoritt.
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?
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