Ardence and Reserve
There is a point of land all snuggled up to the seaThe green turf slants down to exposed stone
Wave after wave in cycles of ardence and reserve
Ardence and Reserve
There is a point of land all snuggled up to the seaPoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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