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Friday, December 27, 2013

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.