STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

 
 
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in 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.

 
robert frost 1894 – 1963
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2 thoughts on “STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

  1. Yes indeed it is lovely as is the snowy woods. Did you ac tually take a walk in the woods?

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