Found, summer 1988, on lined yellow legal paper in the loft of Hazel's (where costumes and wasps were stored prior to the construction of the new classroom near the dorm):
On Leaving Winedale, 1987, David Ziegler Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915.
32. Reluctance
OUT through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow, When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither; The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch-hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?