Stopping by
Woods on a Snowy Evening
1 Whose
woods these are I think I know.
2 His
house is in the village though;
3 He
will not see me stopping here
4 To
watch his woods fill up with snow
5 My
little horse must think it queer
6 To
stop without a farmhouse near
7 Between
the woods and frozen lake
8 The
darkest evening of the year.
9 He
gives his harness bells a shake
10 To ask
if there is some mistake.
11 The
only other sound’s the sweet
12 Of easy
wind and downy flake
13 The
woods are lovely, dark and deep.
14 But I
have promises to keep,
15 And
miles to go before I sleep,
16 And
miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
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