Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening

BY: Robert Frost

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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 only others sounds 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