Grace Kaufhold
Stars by Robert Frost
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 keenness 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 stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight. Links about the author and poem:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/robert-frost
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-2/
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