"By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day."
"My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off."
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Source: Robert Frost, Thomas Fasano (2008). “Selected Early Poems of Robert Frost”, p.94, Coyote Canyon Press
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