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,- to me when it is said it seems like when someone is against you or is talking about you it is hard to deal with if you care what they say
'Come out! Come out!'-- It costs no inward struggle not to go, Ah, no! I count our strength, Two and a child, to me this means it doesn't hurt as much if you where to stick up for yourself
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,-- How drifts are piled to me this means those peoples that keep it to themselves are upset for awhils
, 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.