Frost and Trees

Hart Lawn

College of the Holy Cross, Worcester MA

One of my favorite Robert Frost poems seems especially appropriate, given the long-awaited, exuberant display of spring blooms on campus.

"Tree at My Window"

Tree at my window, window tree,

My sash is lowered when night comes on;

But let there never be curtain drawn

Between you and me.

Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,

And thing next most diffuse to cloud,

Not all your light tongues talking aloud

Could be profound.

But, tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,

And if you have seen me when I slept,

You have seen me when I was taken and swept

And all but lost.

That day she put our heads together,

Fate had her imagination about her,

Your head so much concerned with outer,

Mine with inner, weather.

–Robert Frost

Along Linden Lane

College of the Holy Cross, Worcester MA

Smith Hall

College of the Holy Cross, Worcester MA