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There sandy seems the golden sky

and golden seems the sandy plain.

No habitation meets the eye

Unless in the horizon rim,

Some halfway up the limestone wall,

That spot of black is not a stain

Or shadow, but a cavern hole,

Where someone used to climb and crawl

To rest from his besetting fears.

I see the calllus on his sole,

The disappering last of him

And of his race starvation slim,

Oh, years ago- Ten Thousand Years.



- 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 weeks and stubble showing last.



The woods around it have it- it is thiers.

All animals are smothered in their lairs.

I am too absent-spirited to count;

the loneliness includes me unawares.



And lonely as it its, that loneliness

Will be more lonely ere it will be less-

A blanker whiteness of benighted snow

With no expression, nothing to express.



They cannont scare me with thier 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.



-Robert Frost