1I wonder about the trees.
2Why do we wish to bear
3Forever the noise of these
4More than another noise
5So close to our dwelling place?
6We suffer them by the day
7Till we lose all measure of pace,
8And fixity in our joys,
9And acquire a listening air.
10They are that that talks of going
11But never gets away;
12And that talks no less for knowing,
13As it grows wiser and older,
14That now it means to stay.
15My feet tug at the floor
16And my head sways to my shoulder
17Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
18From the window or the door.
19I shall set forth for somewhere,
20I shall make the reckless choice
21Some day when they are in voice
22And tossing so as to scare
23The white clouds over them on.
24I shall have less to say,
25But I shall be gone.
1I wonder about the trees.
2Why do we wish to bear
3Forever the noise of these
4More than another noise
5So close to our dwelling place?
6We suffer them by the day
7Till we lose all measure of pace,
8And fixity in our joys,
9And acquire a listening air.
10They are that that talks of going
11But never gets away;
12And that talks no less for knowing,
13As it grows wiser and older,
14That now it means to stay.
15My feet tug at the floor
16And my head sways to my shoulder
17Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
18From the window or the door.
19I shall set forth for somewhere,
20I shall make the reckless choice
21Some day when they are in voice
22And tossing so as to scare
23The white clouds over them on.
24I shall have less to say,
25But I shall be gone.
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?
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
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
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
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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poem Out Loud — Listen to a reading of the poem (accompanied by the actual sound of trees!).
Frost's Biography — Learn more about Frost's life and work courtesy the Poetry Foundation.
Mountain Interval — Check out the full collection in which this poem appears.
Frost on Frost — An interview with the poet at his home in the 1950s.
The Sound of Trees — A recording of the kind of sound that Frost probably had in mind when writing this poem.