The Birds Do Thus

For all my unhappy, melancholy days this week.

The Birds Do Thus

by Robert Frost

I slept all day.

The birds do thus

That sing awhile

At eve for us.

 

To have you soon

I gave away-

Well satisfied

To give-a day

 

Life’s too short

I care to keep

The unhappy days;

I choose to sleep.

 

Frost, Robert. “The Birds Do Thus.” Robert Frost: Selected Poems. New York: Fall River Press, 2011. 237. Print.

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