बर्फ के ऊपर चरचराहट की आवाज करते मेरे पांव,
गांव की ऊंघती गली की तंद्रा को बाधित कर रहे थे,
जैसे उस परिवेश को अपवित्र कर रहे हों,
सर्दी की रात में दस बजे बाहर निकलकर।

                    - रॉबर्ट फ्रॉस्ट</strong>

और अब मूल अंग्रेजी कविता-

I had for my winter evening walk-
No one at all 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 folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
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 no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

                               <strong>Robert Frost</strong>

नमस्कार।
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