Mending Wall || by Robert Frost || Robert Frost's Poem Mending Wall

 Mending Wall
    -by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast,
The work of hunters is another thing.
I have come after them and made repair
where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made
But at spring mending time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again
We keep the wall between us as we go
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down. 'I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I' d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
 In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying.
And he likes having thought of it so well,
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors. ' 

To each the boulders that have fallen to each

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance

'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'

We wear our fingers rough with handling them

Oh, just another kind of outdoor game.

One on a side. It comes to little more.

There where it is we do not need the wall

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him

He only says "Good fences make good neighbors."

Spring is the mischief in me, and i wonder

If  I could put a notion in his head:

'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offense,

Source: Friends Classics, Robert Frost Selected Poems.