Uploaded on August 19, 2011
… The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
“Men work together,” I told him from the heart,
“Whether they work together or apart.”
—Robert Frost
Poetry for Young People: Robert Frost
08.19.2023: Whenever I hear “kindred spirit,” I think of Anne of Green Gables, which has become more meaningful since I recently read Mary Henley Rubio’s biography of Lucy Maud Montgomery, whose life was not nearly as hope-filled as Anne’s.