Marty's Corner
GOOD HOURS
I had for my winter evening walk –
No one at all with whom to talk.
But I had the cottages all 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 the glimpse that 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 repeated, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering winter street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of winter eve.
~Robert Frost