



Good Hours
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.
Robert Frost
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5 comments:
Let's see...there's a grandchild I don't recognize. Who is the baby in the suitcoat in the middle? Who does he belong to? He's not Lauren's, is he? I get so frustrated trying to take a photo of a group of kids - even my own two is pushing it.
Oh, duh...I forgot about Ben's kids!
I just realized that Ben's Eli isn't in this one...
I love the picture of the window from outside. Way cool. Once again you are the picture taking master!
I hope you had a great Christmas. It looks like you had fun with your family. Clara is getting so big and is so cute!
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