Poem by Robert Lee Frost

Stars

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 keeness 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 starts like somw snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

1. The Valley’s Singing Day
2. Putting in the Seed
3. Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight
4. New Hampshire
5. The Star-Splitter

Wallace Thurman Stars ("Earth turns")

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