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ROBERT FROST’S POEMS
GOOD HOURS

I had for my winter evening walk-
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the carriages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within;
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound
I went till there were no cottages found
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve,

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