Explore "On a Tree Fallen Across the Road" by Robert Frost on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
(To hear us talk)
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood / Throws down in front of us is not to bar / Our passage to our journey's end for good, / But just to ask us who we think we are / Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks, / And make us get down in a foot of snow / Debating what to do without an axe.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain: / We will not be put off the final goal / We have it hidden in us to attain, / Not though we have to seize earth by the pole / And, tired of aimless circling in one place, / Steer straight off after something into space.