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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Frost, R. (2019). Poetry of Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, the Road Not Taken and Many Others. [online] Audible.co.uk. Available at: https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Poetry-of-Robert-Frost-Stopping-by-Woods-on-a-Snowy-Evening-the-Road-Not-Taken-and-Many-Others-Audiobook/B07RP4DQ6S [Accessed 2 Oct. 2024].