How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!–
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,–
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like somw snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
I love this poem
A GOOD POEM WRITTEN BY A GOOD PERSON.
this poem sucks!!!!!!
This poem closely relates to Bubba Sparxx Song Miss New Booty-Check it out
The poem clearly contrasts the placidity of the stars, blind observers of human conflict as well as a means of telling the future (Frost clearly references astrology ). The stars are amoral. They guide us into the ground by destiny without being aware of their higher function.
this poem is bogus, if it is called stars then frikin talk about the stars dont go talkin bout the snow or whateva, who here thinks spongebob is awesome lol