........."I can see we are going to be good friends."
"I like your 'giong to be.' You said just now
It's going to rain."
"I know, and it was raining.
I let you say all that . But I must go now."
"You let me say it ? on consideration ?
How shall we say good-bye in such a case?"
"How shall we ?"
"will you leave the way to me?"
"No , I don't trust your eyes. You've said enough.
Now give me your hand up. __ Pick me that flower."
"Where shall we meet again?"
"Nowhere but here
Once more before we meet elsewhere."
" It ought to be in rain . Sometime in rain.
In rain to-morrow , shall we , if it rains?
But if we must , in sunshine ." So she went.
This poem has been taken from Robert Frost's North of Boston. Titled The Generation of Men , and is only later part of a long form . This poem , I would like to dedicate to my only best friend who doesn't want to mention her name in here.