Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,

She a window flower,And he a winter breeze.When the frosty window veilWas melted down at noon,And the cagèd yellow birdHung 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…