Poem by Robert Lee Frost

Bereft

Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch’s sagging floor,
leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.

1. Once by the Pacific
2. Canis Major
3. Misgiving
4. On Going Unnoticed
5. The Valley’s Singing Day

Arthur Adams Bereft ("FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead")

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