Good hours by Frost (Imagery workshop)

I had for my winter evening walk_
No one at all with whom to talk,
But i had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And i thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Stripped version.
I had for my walk
no one with whom to talk,
but had the cottages in a row
up to their eyes in snow.

I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtains
of forms and faces.

I had company outward bound
I went till there no cottages found.
I turned, but coming back
I saw not window but was black.

This was hard.