ENG2450 Study Guide - Robert Frost, Shared Experience, Satin
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast. In a field i looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it - it is theirs. Will be more lonely ere it will be less - They cannot scare me with their empty spaces. Between stars - on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home. To scare myself with my own desert places. I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth. Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -- Like the ingredients of a witches" broth -- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, What brought the kindred spider to that height,
