Desert Places
(1936) -- Robert Frost
      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. 

      The woods around it have it - it is theirs.
      All animals are smothered in their lairs.
      I am too absent-spirited to count;
      The loneliness includes me unawares. 

      And lonely as it is, that loneliness
      Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
      A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
      WIth no expression, nothing to express. 

      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
      To scare myself with my own desert places.