Robert Lee Frost - Now Close the Windows

Robert Lee Frost - Now Close the Windows

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


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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