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WHEN the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lowest chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
‘Come out! Come out!’--
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
Ah, no!
I count our strength,
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,--
How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether ’tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.
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Comments
i thought your poem was okay it needed more ...... feeling to it sounded like you were just thinking this on the top of your head but other than that it was okay try better next time i can do better ............. and im only 13 years old listen to one of mine.... whena friend gose behind your back it makes your heart want to crack if a friend can be nice it makes you feel right its real its real i promise its real just to tell you thats how i feel.. thats a true artist your best one of all... Demachea the great
Demachea from United States