Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.

Convention

THE SNOW is lying very deep.

My house is sheltered from the blast.

I hear each muffled step outside,

I hear each voice go past.

But I’ll not venture in the drift

Out of this bright security,

Till enough footsteps come and go

To make a path for me.