{"id":950,"date":"2011-04-24T02:20:58","date_gmt":"2011-04-24T02:20:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=950"},"modified":"2011-04-24T02:20:58","modified_gmt":"2011-04-24T02:20:58","slug":"love-and-a-question-by-robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/love-and-a-question-by-robert-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"Love and a Question by Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p><figure id=\"attachment_454\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-454\" style=\"width: 212px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-454 lazyload\" title=\"frost\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost-212x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"212\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost-212x300.jpg 212w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost.jpg 410w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 212px) 100vw, 212px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 212px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 212\/300;\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-454\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">from Sun Newspapers and Library of Congress<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Love and a Question<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Robert Frost<\/p>\n<p>A STRANGER came to the door at eve,<br \/>\nAnd he spoke the bridegroom fair.<br \/>\nHe bore a green-white stick in his hand,<br \/>\nAnd, for all burden, care.<br \/>\nHe asked with the eyes more than the lips<br \/>\nFor a shelter for the night,<br \/>\nAnd he turned and looked at the road afar<br \/>\nWithout a window light.<br \/>\nThe bridegroom came forth into the porch<br \/>\nWith, &#8216;Let us look at the sky,<br \/>\nAnd question what of the night to be,<br \/>\nStranger, you and I.&#8217;<br \/>\nThe woodbine leaves littered the yard,<br \/>\nThe woodbine berries were blue,<br \/>\nAutumn, yes, winter was in the wind;<br \/>\n&#8216;Stranger, I wish I knew.&#8217;<br \/>\nWithin, the bride in the dusk alone<br \/>\nBent over the open fire,<br \/>\nHer face rose-red with the glowing coal<br \/>\nAnd the thought of the heart&#8217;s desire.<br \/>\nThe bridegroom looked at the weary road,<br \/>\nYet saw but her within,<br \/>\nAnd wished her heart in a case of gold<br \/>\nAnd pinned with a silver pin.<br \/>\nThe bridegroom thought it little to give<br \/>\nA dole of bread, a purse,<br \/>\nA heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,<br \/>\nOr for the rich a curse;<br \/>\nBut whether or not a man was asked<br \/>\nTo mar the love of two<br \/>\nBy harboring woe in the bridal house,<br \/>\nThe bridegroom wished he knew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Love and a Question by Robert Frost A STRANGER came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. 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