robert frost

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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.

Comments

[magneticsyntax.livejournal.com]

ah, this reminds me of sophomore year in high school! :D haha

[elvenphoenix.livejournal.com]

one of my teachers loved this poem and kept reading it us. i still love how it rhymes so neatly

[sina-says.livejournal.com]

i'll admit it. i still love this poem. 'road not taken', too. i'm shameless.