February 16, 2021

Storm fear




Storm fear

Robert Frost


When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts the snow
The lower chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
‘Come out! Come out!’—
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
(...)
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided

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