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Robert Frost - Wind And Window Flower
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Lovers, forget your love, 
    And list to the love of these, 
    She a window flower, 
    And he a winter breeze. 
    When the frosty window veil 
    Was melted down at noon, 
    And the cagèd yellow bird 
    Hung over her in tune, 
    He marked her through the pane, 
    He could not help but mark, 
    And only passed her by, 
    To come again at dark. 
    He was a winter wind, 
    Concerned with ice and snow, 
    Dead weeds and unmated birds, 
    And little of love could know. 
    But he sighed upon the sill, 
    He gave the sash a shake, 
    As witness all within 
    Who lay that night awake. 
    Perchance he half prevailed 
    To win her for the flight 
    From the firelit looking-glass 
    And warm stove-window light. 
    But the flower leaned aside 
    And thought of naught to say, 
    And morning found the breeze 
    A hundred miles away.
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