Desert Places -- Robert Frost

(Poem #200)Desert Places Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast  In a field I looked into going past,  And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,  But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it--it is theirs.  All animals are smothered in their lairs.  I am too absent-spirited to count;  The loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is that loneliness  Will be more lonely ere it will be less--  A blanker whiteness of benighted snow  With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces  Between stars--on stars where no human race is.  I have it in me so much nearer home  To scare myself with my own desert places. -- Robert Frost