A Boy's Will/Now Close the Windows

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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.