Robert Frost

Here you will find the Poem Range Finding of poet Robert Frost

Range Finding

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.