had for my winter evening walkó
one at all with whom to talk,
I had the cottages in a row
to their shining eyes in snow.
I thought I had the folk within:
had the sound of a violin;
had a glimpse through curtain laces
youthful forms and youthful faces.
had such company outward bound.
went till there were no cottages found.
turned and repented, but coming back
saw no window but that was black.
the snow my creaking feet
the slumbering village street
profanation, by your leave,
ten o'clock of a winter eve.