Storm Fear

Robert Frost

WHEN the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lowest chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
'Come out! Come out!'--
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
Ah, no!
I count our strength,
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,--
How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.

Robert Frost lived in this simple, white clapboard house for 11 years in the early 1900s. The Robert Frost Farm has been preserved as an historic landmark and can be visited by the public free of charge.

Frost attributed the inspiration for many of his poems to his time in Derry.