Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
A traveler pauses by a stranger's woods on the darkest evening of the year, tempted to linger before the long road ahead.
by Robert Frost · 1923 · New Hampshire, 1923 — public domain · easy difficulty
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost · 1923
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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