Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Now Close the Windows

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.

1. Riders
2. Brown’s Descent
3. The Gum-Gatherer
4. In the Home Stretch
5. Hannibal

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