and Window FlowerLovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.
He was a winter ,
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 awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove- .
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.
Robert Frost******************************************************************
Love and a QuestionA stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the fair.
He bore a green-white stick,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the more than the lips
For a shelter for the ,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a .
The came forth into the porch
With, "Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the to be,
Stranger, you and I."
The woodbine littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the ;
"Stranger, I wish I knew."
Within, the bride in the dusk
Bent over the open ,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the 's desire.
The looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.
The thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
by harboring woe in the bridal house,
The wished he knew.
Robert Frost
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