I don't know any other uncollected Frost, just
that little one about God and Zeus. I'd bet
there are some others like it, but God knows
where. But the section of Uncollected Poems
in the Library of America edition is almost a
hundred pages and has lots of fine things early
and late, like "The Middletown Murder" or "On
the Sale of My Farm" which ends,
It shall be no trespassing
If I come again some spring
In the grey disguise of years,
Seeking ache of memory here.
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