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...MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |