The poem is only fourteen lines long and uses a rather unusual rhyme scheme: ABC ABD ECD GEH GH. From what I could tell of the meter, only line twelve is close to iambic, the others I could really figure out other than they all seem to have either four or five stressed syllables a piece. Frost uses two lines in the poem

And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.

Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers

Something perhaps, about the lack of sound.

Something perhaps, about the lack of sound-- 5

Some topics in this essay:
GEH GH, Robert Frost, Cutting Grass, whispered left, whispered left hay, gold hand fay, easy gold hand, easy gold, scythe whispered left, heat sun lack, labor frost, hard labor, scythe whispered, heat sun, left hay, sun lack, mowing grass, robert frost,