Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch's sagging floor,
leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.

Autor: Robert Frost

Where had I heard this wind before<br />Change like this to a deeper roar?<br />What would it take my standing there for,<br />Holding open a restive door,<br />Looking down hill to a frothy shore?<br />Summer was past and day was past.<br />Somber clouds in the west were massed.<br />Out in the porch's sagging floor,<br />leaves got up in a coil and hissed,<br />Blindly struck at my knee and missed.<br />Something sinister in the tone<br />Told me my secret must be known:<br />Word I was in the house alone<br />Somehow must have gotten abroad,<br />Word I was in my life alone,<br />Word I had no one left but God. - Robert Frost

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