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.