Robert Frost. (№ 256244)

Above this world, dark and high,
Rose forest. Among the ice roads
Only he reigns. Animals huddled in their dens,
And I don't count. I was too lonely.
From loneliness and emptiness
There is no salvation. And dead bushes
Standing over the dead white snow.
There are fields around. Silent and empty.
I'm not afraid of no stars cold light,
Nor void of lifeless planets.
Me these are the desert,
Nothing worse in the world.