Robert Frost- Stars

Stars

    HOW countlessly they congregate
    O'er our tumultuous snow,
    Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
    When wintry winds do blow!—
    As if with keenness for our fate,
    Our faltering few steps on
    To white rest, and a place of rest
    Invisible at dawn,—
    And yet with neither love nor hate,
    Those stars like some snow-white
    Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
    Without the gift of sight.

• I chose this piece by Robert Frost, because it flows beautifully, and when reading this piece I can just picture the stars falling swiftly and calmly as snow. Then when dawn arises they vanish till they "fall" again. His entire collection, A Boys Will is fabulous but this one in particular stuck out to me; it's so vivd.  
• One literary device that I could tell was used right away was Simile. It used to describe the stars as if they were like some snow-white marble eyes. Which is describing the beauty of the stars comparing the two together. Then Frost ends with saying how beautiful the stars are comparing them to a set of exquisite eyes, but how they are "Without the gift of sight."