The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race


The poetry of Robert Frost (ed. 1975)


The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race