Now Close the Windows

Now Close the Windows

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

This poem is interesting because it talks about how he feels removed watching an outdoors scene. I know the feeling he's describing, which is one of safety, watching the turmoil of the outside world from indoors.