Tree at My Window
-Robert Frost

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