Now Close the Windows
Read 'Now Close the Windows' by 'Robert Frost' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Now Close the Windows by Robert Frost
Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
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