She had no saying dark enough <br />For the dark pine that kept <br />Forever trying the window latch <br />Of the room where they slept. <br /> <br />The tireless but ineffectual hands <br />That with every futile pass <br />Made the great tree seem as a little bird <br />Before the mystery of glass! <br /> <br />It never had been inside the room, <br />And only one of the two <br />Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream <br />Of what the tree might do.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-oft-repeated-dream/
