The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.
Poet Robert Lee Frost of San Francisco would be 143 years old today.
"The author of searching and often dark meditations on universal themes, he is a quintessentially modern poet in his adherence to language as it is actually spoken, in the psychological complexity of his portraits, and in the degree to which his work is infused with layers of ambiguity and irony." (Poets.org)