Tree at my window, window tree, <br />My sash is lowered when night comes on; <br />But let there never be curtain drawn <br />Between you and me. <br />Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground, <br />And thing next most diffuse to cloud, <br />Not all your light tongues talking aloud <br />Could be profound. <br />But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed, <br />And if you have seen me when I slept, <br />You have seen me when I was taken and swept <br />And all but lost. <br />That day she put our heads together, <br />Fate had her imagination about her, <br />Your head so much concerned with outer, <br />Mine with inner, weather.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tree-at-my-window-2/
