A Boy's Will/Stars

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Stars by Robert Frost Part I

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From A Boy's Will, 1913.

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 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.