| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 125. Storm Fear |
| | | By Robert Frost |
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| 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, | 5 |
| “Come out! Come out!”— | |
| It costs no inward struggle not to go, | |
| Ah, no! | |
| I count our strength, | |
| Two and a child, | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| And my heart owns a doubt | |
| Whether ’tis in us to arise with day | |
| And save ourselves unaided. | |
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