Assault
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

I am waylaid by beauty.  Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass
that am a timid woman, on her way
from one house to another!