An Old Man’s Winter Night – Robert Frost — Edge of Atlantic

All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand. What kept him from remembering what it was That brought him to […]

An Old Man’s Winter Night – Robert Frost — Edge of Atlantic

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