In The Long Night Poem

In The Long Night Poem By Robert Frost,

I would build my house of cl),stal,
Wlth a solItary fnend,
Where the cold cracks hke a pIstol,
And the needle stands on end.
We would pour 011 on the ingle
And for want of books recIte.
We would crawl out filIng sIngle
To observe the Northern LIght.
If Etookashoo and Couldlooktoo
The Esquimaux should call,
There would be fish raw and cooked too
And enough drink oIl for all.
As one rankly warm insider
To another I would say,
We can rest assured on eider
There will come another day.

In The Long Night Poem

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