{"id":827,"date":"2011-01-25T02:33:05","date_gmt":"2011-01-25T02:33:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=827"},"modified":"2014-06-24T08:01:53","modified_gmt":"2014-06-24T08:01:53","slug":"spoils-of-the-dead-by-robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/spoils-of-the-dead-by-robert-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"Spoils of the Dead by Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"
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from Sun Newspapers and Library of Congress<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Spoils of the Dead<\/h2>\n

by Robert Frost<\/p>\n

Two fairies it was
\nOn a still summer day
\nCame forth in the woods
\nWith the flowers to play.
\nThe flowers they plucked
\nThey cast on the ground
\nFor others, and those
\nFor still others they found.
\nFlower-guided it was
\nThat they came as they ran
\nOn something that lay
\nIn the shape of a man.
\nThe snow must have made
\nThe feathery bed
\nWhen this one fell
\nOn the sleep of the dead.
\nBut the snow was gone
\nA long time ago,
\nAnd the body he wore
\nNigh gone with the snow.
\nThe fairies drew near
\nAnd keenly espied
\nA ring on his hand
\nAnd a chain at his side.
\nThey knelt in the leaves
\nAnd eerily played
\nWith the glittering things,
\nAnd were not afraid.
\nAnd when they went home
\nTo hide in their burrow,
\nThey took them along
\nTo play with to-morrow.
\nWhen you came on death,
\nDid you not come flower-guided
\nLike the elves in the wood?
\nI remember that I did.
\nBut I recognised death
\nWith sorrow and dread,
\nAnd I hated and hate
\nThe spoils of the dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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