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Robert Frost · Collected Poems

Poem 149 of 164 · West-Running Brook

Immigrants

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No ship of all that under sail or steam
Have gathered people to us more and more
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.

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