INTO MY OWN One of my wishes is that those dark trees,So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away,Fearless of ever finding open land,Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back,Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me hereAnd long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew-Only more sure of all I thought was true.
In the poem "Into My Own" by Robert Frost, the speaker expresses a longing to venture into the depths of the dark, ancient trees that symbolize mystery and the unknown. These trees, despite appearing gloomy, invite the speaker to explore beyond their boundaries, dreaming of a journey that leads to uncertainty rather than returning to familiarity. The imagery suggests a desire for freedom and adventure, underscoring a psychological need to embrace...
