Robert Frost - An Old Man's Winter Night lyrics

All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars That gathers on the pane in empty rooms What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand What kept him from remembering what it was That brought him to that creaking room was age He stood with barrels round him—at a loss And having scared the cellar under him In clomping there, he scared it once again In clomping off;—and scared the outer night Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar Of trees and crack of branches, common things But nothing so like beating on a box A light he was to no one but himself Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what A quiet light, and then not even that He consigned to the moon—such as she was So late-arising—to the broken moon As better than the sun in any case For such a charge, his snow upon the roof His icicles along the wall to keep; And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept One aged man—one man—can't keep a house A farm, a countryside, or if he can It's thus he does it of a winter night