" ... Reluctance ... Out through the fields and the woods ... And over the walls I have wended; ... I have climbed the hills of view ... And looked at the world and descended; ... I have come by the highway home, ... And lo, it is ended. ... The leaves are all dead on the ground, ... Save those that the oak is keeping ... To ravel them one by one ... And let them go scraping and creeping ... Out over the crusted snow, ... When others are sleeping. ... And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, ... No longer blown hither and thither; ... The last lone aster is gone; ... The flowers of the witch-hazel wither; ... The heart is still aching to seek, ... But the feet question 'Whither?' ... Ah, when to the heart of man ... Was it ever less than a treason ... To go with the drift of things, ... To yield with a grace to reason, ... And bow and accept the end ... Of a love or a season? ... Robert Frost ... ... Dedicated to Joshua, who has been missing for four long years now. Someone knows what happened to him. Won't you please do what is right? Justice shall prevail... ... ... ... ... "
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