A Boy's Will/Now Close the Windows

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Now Close the Windows by Robert Frost Part III

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From A Boy's Will, 1913.

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,     It will be long ere the earliest bird: So close the windows and not hear the wind,     But see all wind-stirred.