The sound of the Trees - Mountain Interval (1920)

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.

28. The Sound of the Trees

I WONDER about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?         5 We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of going         10 But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older, That now it means to stay. My feet tug at the floor         15 And my head sways to my shoulder Sometimes when I watch trees sway, From the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice         20 Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.         25 The poem can be found at this address: http://www.bartleby.com/119/28.html