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