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, It will be long ere the earliest bird: So close the windows and not hear the wind, But see all wind-stirred. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON |