It is getting dark and time he drew to a house, But the blizzard blinds him to any house ahead. The storm gets down his neck in an icy souse That sucks his breath hke a wicked cat in bed. The snow blows on him and off him, exerting force Downward to make him SIt astride a drift, Imprint a saddle and calmly consider a cuurse. He peers out shrewdly into the thick and swift. Since he means to come to a door he will come to a door, Although so compromised of aim and rate He may fumble wide of the knob a yard or more, And to those concerned he may seem a little late. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 10. STRESA by SARA TEASDALE A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE AMBITION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A SKIER by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT |