Robert Frost on Dust

“All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like god in the sunset sky, But I was one of the children told Some of the dust was really gold.”

“Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold.”

“If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I'm not the one for putting off the proof. Let it be overwhelming, off a roof And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust, And blind me to a standstill if it must.”