Original poem
Freedom at my window
By Robert Frost
The tree in front of my window, window tree,
When night falls, my belt is put down;
But never pull down the curtains.
Between you and me.
A vague dream-head raised from the ground,
Followed by the cloud,
Not all your light tongues speak loudly.
Could be profound.
But tree, I saw you tossing and turning,
If you had seen me while I was sleeping,
When I was taken away and cleaned, you had seen me.
Almost lost it.
She put our heads together that day,
Fate has her own imagination,
Your brain is so focused on the outside,
My heart, the weather.