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.

4 Comments

  1. Kendra says:

    This song reminds me of night time when everything is settling down. and it reminds me of hope like having hope that tomorrow these things will be doing the same thing:)

  2. brenden says:

    i made love to thiss one wooooweeee

  3. Nereyda Hinojosa says:

    I don’t know why this poem made me think of a politician that wants to hide while everything settles after a turmoil caused by him.You know, no birds singing might be no one talking.

  4. zachery strang says:

    i love this poem

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