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Home Burial by Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

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He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: ‘What is it you see From up there always--for I want to know.' She turned and sank upon her skirts at that, And her face changed from terrified to dull. He said to gain time: ‘What is it you see,' Mounting until she cowered under him. ‘I will find out now--you must tell me, dear.' She, in her place, refused him any help With the least stiffening of her neck and silence. She let him look, sure that he wouldn’t see, Blind creature; and awhile he didn’t see. But at last he murmured, ‘Oh,' and again, ‘Oh.' ‘What is it--what?' she said. ‘Just that I see.' ‘You don’t,' she challenged. ‘Tell me what it is.' ‘The wonder is I didn’t see at once. I never noticed it from here before. I must be wonted to it--that’s t…