Frost—The Gift Outright

Thomas Cole, The Kaaterskill Falls (1827)

The land was ours before we were the land’s.

She was our land more than a hundred years

Before we were her people. She was ours

In Massachusetts, in Virginia,

But we were England’s, still colonials,

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,

Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

Finish reading the poem here

–Robert Frost, The Gift Outright (1942)