Evening In A Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in March
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
'O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.'
I thought a few might tangle, as they did,
Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare
Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,
And so be added to the moon up there.
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show
On every tree a bucket with a lid,
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.
And that was what the boughs were full of soon.

by Robert Frost

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EPIC best poem ever
have you read the robert frost poem in which the narrator gets someone to stoke the fire to send sparks into the bare trees at night to make it look like there are stars?
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon. As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades. And that was what the boughs were full of soon.... / Impeccable and lovely portrayal of nature.
Nothing like a stroll in the evening with a poet as talented as Frost- - life is good surrounded by images like these
moon enough is good. And just today I was led to think the constellations could be named after the organs of the body
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