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I HAD for my
winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to
talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their
shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk
within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a
glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and
youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned
and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but
that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like
profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a
winter eve.
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