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.
hahahahahaah so funny ??
This is good poetry.
This poem is bad. Like guys, let’s be honest.
He had a genius mind.I have seen a strange joy visits me when I see wind-stirred branches without feeling th ewind.
such observance on nature.
this poem is trash dog
Hush- the Master Poet is speaking and oh how his voice resonnates
Time to hear other sounds......
It's about Autumn. He closes the window as it's getting cold.
The poem describes how much is lost to the poet by the simple act of closing the window, but as so often when one loses one source of happiness, another remains.
(Line six incidentally should read, ‘It will be long ere the earliest bird.’)
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