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Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)


Good Hours


I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages 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.



Robert Lee Frost's other poems:
  1. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
  2. The Demiurge’s Laugh
  3. The Census-Taker
  4. The Black Cottage
  5. The Thatch


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