Stars by Robert Frost
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
Snow! EEEEEEP!
ReplyDeletelol! Something I don't have to deal with. Now heat...it's killing us right now.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteNot that I want it to snow but a bit of cold would have been nice in today's 105 heat index.
Wouldn't it though? 107 here.
ReplyDeleteAs if with keenness for our fate,
ReplyDeleteOur faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn
I love that ...I really do..
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