Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

-Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the village though;

He will not seeme 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 the harness bells a shake 

To ask if there is some mistake

The only sound's tge sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promise to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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