Now Close the Windows
1874-1963
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 2636
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2636.html">Now Close the Windows by Robert Frost</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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