| Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast | |
| In a field I looked into going past, | |
| And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, | |
| But a few weeds and stubble showing last. | |
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| The woods around it have it--it is theirs. | 5 |
| All animals are smothered in their lairs. | |
| I am too absent-spirited to count; | |
| The loneliness includes me unawares. | |
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| And lonely as it is that loneliness | |
| Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- | 10 |
| A blanker whiteness of benighted snow | |
| With no expression, nothing to express. | |
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| They cannot scare me with their empty spaces | |
| Between stars--on stars where no human race is. | |
| I have it in me so much nearer home | 15 |
| To scare myself with my own desert places. | |