Storm Fear

When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lowest chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
'Come out! Come out!'-
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
Ah, no!
I count our strength,
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,-
How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.

by Robert Frost

Comments (3)

Doing the right thing on earth! ! For peace and love! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.
- - Rest assured with the truth- - Diviersity Thanks for sharing, Edward. Stay blessed.
When we do the right thing we will be assured with the truth. A great write.10