Robert Frost - The Oft-Repeated Dream lyrics

She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window-latch Of the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual hands That with every futile pa** Made the great tree seem as a little bird Before the mystery of gla**! It never had been inside the room, And only one of the two Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream Of what the tree might do.