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Chapter: poem |
Reader: Sean McGaughey ductapeguy |
URL link to audio: FTP- goodhours_frost_sm.flac |
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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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End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. |
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