Now close the windows and hush all the fields: <br />If the trees must, let them silently toss; <br />No bird is singing now, and if there is, <br />Be it my loss. <br /> <br />It will be long ere the marshes resume, <br />I will be long ere the earliest bird: <br />So close the windows and not hear the wind, <br />But see all wind-stirred.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-close-the-windows-2/
