Tree At My Window Poem

Tree At My Window Poem By Robert Frost

Tree at my wIndow, \vIndow bee,
My sash is lowered when night comes on,
But let there never be curtaIn drawn
Between you and me
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most dIffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues tallang aloud
Could be profound.
But, tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And If you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagmatlOn about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine wIth inner, weather.

Tree At My Window Poem

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