Lovers, forget your love, <br />And list to the love of these, <br />She a window flower, <br />And he a winter breeze. <br />When the frosty window veil <br />Was melted down at noon, <br />And the cagèd yellow bird <br />Hung over her in tune, <br />He marked her through the pane, <br />He could not help but mark, <br />And only passed her by, <br />To come again at dark. <br />He was a winter wind, <br />Concerned with ice and snow, <br />Dead weeds and unmated birds, <br />And little of love could know. <br />But he sighed upon the sill, <br />He gave the sash a shake, <br />As witness all within <br />Who lay that night awake. <br />Perchance he half prevailed <br />To win her for the flight <br />From the firelit looking-glass <br />And warm stove-window light. <br />But the flower leaned aside <br />And thought of naught to say, <br />And morning found the breeze <br />A hundred miles away.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-and-window-flower-2/
