☆ 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 snow-white Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes Without the gift of sight. The photo is from Hubblesite gallery: http://