Now Close the Windows

Now close the windows and hush all the fields;
     If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
     Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
     It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
     But see all wind-stirred. 

This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem

"Now Close the Windows" was published in A Boy's Will (Henry Holt and Company, 1915).