SATB a cappella, 4'30"score sample Written in the depths of winter in northern New England, Frost’s stars “countlessly congregate/O’er our tumultuous snow,” They watch humanity dispassionately, “like some snow white Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes,” sharpening the already keen edge of the night’s “wintry winds.”
Poem by Robert Frost, from A Boy's Will (1913)
How countlessly they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn--
And yet with neither love nor hate, Those stars like some snow-white Minerva's snow-white marble eyes Without the gift of sight.