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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 the 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. BY: Robert Frost POETRY MENU About Me & Family | Internet Friends & IRC Chat Poetry, Love Letters, Quotes | Health Topics & Fun Links Site Awards | FREE Backgrounds | E-Mail Back to Main Page