Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)
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.
GOD BLESS YOU
6 comments:
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I love this poem and had not read it in a long time - we all need to bring back a little poetry and beautiful verse!
@ Lisa :o),
I'm glad you love this poem.I've been loving it since I first read it in high school...
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