A Boy's Willby Robert Frost

Storm Fear

To the Thawing Wind

Wind and Window Flower

Out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love.

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.