Disclaimer: I'm only gonna do this once! I don't own anything you find in the Harry Potter books. Those belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling
I don't own this poem, the great and wonderful Robert Frost does. It is called 'Wind and Window Flower' His most amazing poem ever.
I own the plot, and I solemnly swear that I am up to no good! ;)
A/N: Yet another D/Hr story! Changed it up a bit from what you might remember, but I'll be much, much better. I promise!
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~INTRODUCTION~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these.
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.