Wind and Window Flower

by Robert Frost

 

Lovers, forget your love,

And list to the love of these.

She a window flower,

And he a winter breeze.

 

When the frosty window veil

Was melted down at noon,

And the caged yellow bird

Hung over her in tune,

 

He marked her though the pane

He could not help but mark,

And only passed her by,

To come again at dark.

 

 

He was a winter wind,

Concerned with ice and snow,

Dead weeds and unmated birds,

And little of love could know.

 

 

But he sighed upon the sill,

He gave the sash a shake,

As witness all within

Who lay that night awake.

 

 

Perchange he half prevailed

To win her for the flight

From the firelit looking-glass

And warm stove-window light.

 

 

But the flower leaned aside

And thought of naught to say,

And morning found the breeze

A hundred miles away.

Dust of Snow

Ivan Shishkin “Winter in wood“
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Dust of Snow

by Robert Frost

 

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

 

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part 

Of a day I had rued.

The Road Not Taken

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The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.