Robert Frost

Away

Now I out walking
The world desert,
And my shoe and my stocking
Do me no hurt.

I leave behind
Good friend in town.
Let them get well-wined
And go lie down.

Don’t think I leave
For the outer dark
Like Adam and Eve
Put out of the Park.

Forget the myth.
There is no one I
Am put out with
Or put out by.

Unless I’m  wrong
I but obey
The urge  of a song:
I’m – bound- away!

And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.