Bereft Poem By Robert Frost

Where had I heard thIS wInd before,
Change like tIus to a deeper roal?
What wou1d It take my standIng there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Loolnng down hIll to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past
Somber clouds In the west were massed.
Out ill the porch’s sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hIssed,
Blindly struck at my knee and mIssed.
Something sinister In the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my hfe alone,
Word I had no one left but God.