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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.

Written by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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