Storm Fear by Robert Frost.
Post from London
by Dani Burity
|Imagem Poster Museu de Historia Natural|
- And pelts with snow
- The lower chamber window on the east,
- And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
- The beast,
- 'Come out! Come out!'--
- It costs no inward struggle not to go,
- Ah, no!
- I count our strength,
- Two and a child,
- Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
- How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,--
- How drifts are piled,
- Dooryard and road ungraded,
- Till even the comforting barn grows far away,
- And my heart owns a doubt
- Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
- And save ourselves unaided.
- Imagens by Vogue UK - OCT/2010