Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915.
8. Wind and Window Flower
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And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.