Anyway, here are a few I liked.
A Modern Orchard
Oh! the tragedy
Of pruning souls
To a common height
That the fruit
May be reached
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-frisp'd, break from the trees
There, that's enough poetry for me today.
There aren't enough poems by Robert Frost in this book. And too many epic poems that are tl;dr. :)