Good Hours by Robert Frost — Read

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 a 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.