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