Stars
1874-1963
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
DayPoems Poem No. 2614
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2614.html">Stars by Robert Frost</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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