Stars a poem written by Robert Frost

A wonderful example of Robert Frost poetry, recited by me. 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 snowwhite Minerva s snowwhite marble eyes Without the gift of sight. The photo is from Hubblesite gallery: