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Robert Frost: Storm Fear
When the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lower 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.
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You have a typo on the second line that also appears on the poem at The Academy of American Poets (as this writing) and on a broadside at The Frost Place.
The line as it appears in the 1915 publication in _A Boy’s Will_ is
“And pelts with snow”
Here is a link to the 1915 text at The Internet Archive as a confirmation.
https://archive.org/details/boyswill01fros/page/19/mode/1up?q=%22When+the+wind+works+against+us+in+the+dark%22
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Thanks, Michael. I’ve corrected the line.
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