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(Stan's WS) (Atteration of Frost's Good Hours) (2nd Attempt)

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend 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 memories within, 2
Alike the sound of a violin. 1
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 a shadow, but couldn't track. 3

Over the snow my creaking feet
haunted the oblivion in village street 2
the nightmares of your leave 1
at ten o'clock on a winter eve.

Editing stage: 


In stanza 3 back and spark don't rhyme though. I'm sure you can fix that easily enough.........stan

Edited. I believe track works better.


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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