A Stranger came to the door at eve, 

   And he spoke the bridegroom fair. 

He bore a green-white stick in his hand, 

   And, for all burden, care. 

He asked with the eyes more than the lips 

   For a shelter for the night, 

And he turned and looked at the road afar 

   Without a window light. 

The bridegroom came forth into the porch 

   With, ‘Let us look at the sky, 

And question what of the night to be, 

   Stranger, you and I.’

The woodbine leaves littered the yard, 

   The woodbine berries were blue, 

Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind; 

   ‘Stranger, I wish I knew.’

Within, the bride in the dusk alone 

   Bent over the open fire, 

Her face rose-red with the glowing coal 

   And the thought of the heart’s desire. 

The bridegroom looked at the weary road, 

   Yet saw but her within, 

And wished her heart in a case of gold 

   And pinned with a silver pin. 

The bridegroom thought it little to give 

   A dole of bread, a purse, 

A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God, 

   Or for the rich a curse; 

But whether or not a man was asked 

   To mar the love of two 

By harboring woe in the bridal house, 

   The bridegroom wished he knew.

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.

Frost, Robert. "The Sound of Trees." Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation, n.d. Web. 05 Apr. 2017.

Frost, Robert. "The Sound of Trees." Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation, n.d. Web. 05 Apr. 2017.

"Robert Frost." Encyclopædia Britannica. Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc., n.d. Web. 05 Apr. 2017.

 This poem teaches us to constantly be striving to be better than the guy next to us. It is our calling to better ourselves and make the life for us great, just as the trees who didn't make noise and were not rooted in the ground. Along with this, the structure of the poem is not very typical. It is not divided into stanzas but is in one big block of text. This is to create flow throughout all the lines, and not allow for separation of thought about the main ideas expressed. Robert Frost wrote this while in New England which was at the time experiencing struggles with those who were addicted to alcoholic beverages. It was called, the Prohibition, which banned the use of alcohol in all parts of Massachusetts. " Although the passage of the 18th Amendment outlawed the sale of intoxicating liquors, people continued to drink anyway. The alcoholic beverage industry went underground." (bostonglobe.com) This law effected the atmosphere of the whole town, and most likely Robert Frost as well. This made the tone/mood very mysterious and uplifting. The historical influence on this poem is shown throughout the entire nature of Robert Frost's poems.