Desert Places 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 weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it, it is theirs; All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less; A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their desert places, 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
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