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Robert Frost · Collected Poems

Poem 54 of 164 · Mountain Interval

The Telephone

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‘When I was just as far as I could walk
From here to-day,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the window sill--
Do you remember what it was you said?’

‘First tell me what it was you thought you heard.’

‘Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word--
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say--
Someone said “Come”--I heard it as I bowed.’

‘I may have thought as much, but not aloud.’

‘Well, so I came.’

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