Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
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