Explore "Range-Finding" by Robert Frost on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung / And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest / Before it stained a single human breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
And still the bird revisited her young.
A butterfly its fall had dispossessed / A moment sought in air his flower of rest, / Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.
On the bare upland pasture there had spread / O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread / And straining cables wet with silver dew.
A sudden passing bullet shook it dry.
The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly, / But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.