I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.
I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I've pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.
Frost's career as a teacher extended from the spring of 1893 almost to his death in 1963. It included teaching
in a one-room country school in New England and in the most complex and prestigious ivy-covered gothic-structured colleges
and universities. ...Frost said, "I've taught every darn year from kindergarten to graduate school, Latin, English, mathematics,
history, algebra, philosophy, and one year psychology." from Robert Frost: The Poet as Philosopher
by Peter Stanlis, Intercollegiate Studies Institute (2007)