Now Close the Windows (Robert Frost Poem)
Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is ...
Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is ...
Here further up the mountain slope Than there was every any hope, My father built, enclosed a spring, Strung chains ...
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain ...
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest ...
A SATURATED meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the ...
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on ...
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown ...
(To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is ...
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain ...
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes ...
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise ...
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste ...
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; ...
One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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