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Stars
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like somw snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
-Robert Frost
** Frost is my favorite poet, too! Everyone has interesting names. Even if it's only your first name I thought they were cool.
Sorry, I didn't know this thread had been done before.....keep on posting......
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