Nothing New - Robert Frost

 

One moment when the dust to-day

Against my face was turned to spray,

I dreamed the winter dream again

I dreamed when I was young at play,

Yet strangely not more sad than then – 

Nothing new – 

Though I am further upon my way

The same dream again.

- Robert Frost ( 1874 – 1963 ), “ Nothing New “ in Amherst 1918