| Robert Frost (18741963). A Boys Will. 1915. |
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| 28. Now Close the Windows |
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| 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. | |
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| It will be long ere the marshes resume, | 5 |
| 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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