Friday, 18 November 2005

Two Tramps in Mud Time - Robert Frost

...But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.

Last stanza of Robert Frost's poem, 'Two Tramps in Mud Time'

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