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