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.
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
Robert Frost
2 comments:
A beautiful poem and the selection of windows just dreamy
Helen
Thank you ! I'm glad you liked it .
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