Now Close the Windows by Robert Frost
It seems like a storm is brewing here. Though I’d like to leave my window open tonight, I fear it would get a bit wet in my bedroom.
Now Close the Windows
By Robert Frost
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,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
