When the wind works against us in the dark, <br />And pelts with snow <br />The lowest chamber window on the east, <br />And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, <br />The beast, <br />'Come out! Come out!'- <br />It costs no inward struggle not to go, <br />Ah, no! <br />I count our strength, <br />Two and a child, <br />Those of us not asleep subdued to mark <br />How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,- <br />How drifts are piled, <br />Dooryard and road ungraded, <br />Till even the comforting barn grows far away <br />And my heart owns a doubt <br />Whether 'tis in us to arise with day <br />And save ourselves unaided.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storm-fear-2/
