by Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)

Now close the windows and hush all the...
Language: English 
Now close the windows and hush all the fields;	
  If the trees must, let them silently toss;	
No bird is singing now, and if there is,	
  Be it my loss.	
It will be long ere the marshes resume,	
  It will be long ere the earliest bird:	
So close the windows and not hear the wind,	
  But see all wind-stirred.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-02-09
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