But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
The mower is associated with Death and the image of the reaper. His “long scythe whispering the ground" symbolically alludes to both his communion with nature, and recalls the battlefield of the “levelled scene”. Death never takes all life at once, and so he is a force of life as well as destruction. Frost explores a relationship between life and death based on collaboration and understanding. The tuft of flowers symbolise the spared few from Death’s grasp. Frost suggest hope in the song of “the wakening birds around”, showing how life is still with us. 
 The narrator is aware of the rest of nature and no longer so introspective.
The Tuft of Flowers