AN ENCOUNTER
Once on the kind of day called "weather breeder,"
When the heat slowly hazes and the sun
By its own power seems to be undone,
I was half boring through, half through
A swamp of cedar.
Once on the kind of day called "weather breeder,"
When the heat slowly hazes and the sun
By its own power seems to be undone,
I was half boring through, half through
A swamp of cedar.
Robert Frost - A Mountain Interval
