Now Close The Windows

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.

                                                    ~Robert Frost