Read the poem by robert frost. stars how countlessly they congregate o'er our tumultuous snow, which flows in shapes as tall as trees when wintry winds do as if with keenness for our fate, our faltering few steps on to white rest, and a place of rest invisible at and yet with neither love nor hate, those stars like some snow-white minerva's snow-white marble eyes wthout the gift of sight. which of these lines from the poem illustrates a simile?