In Hardwood Groves

IN HARDWOOD GROVES
BY
 ROBERT FROST

 The same leaves over and over again!

 They fall from the giving shade above

 To make one texture of faded brown

 And fit the earth like a leather glove.

 Before the leaves can mount again

 To fill the trees with another shade,

 They must go down past things coming up

 They must go down into the dark decayed.

 They must be pierced by flowers and put

 Beneath the feet of dancing flowers.

However it is some other world

 I know that this way in ours