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