Poetry Chamber

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

1Whose woods these are I think I know.

2His house is in the village though;

3He will not see me stopping here

4To watch his woods fill up with snow.

6My little horse must think it queer

7To stop without a farmhouse near

8Between the woods and frozen lake

9The darkest evening of the year.

11He gives his harness bells a shake

12To ask if there is some mistake.

13The only other sound's the sweep

14Of easy wind and downy flake.

16The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

17But I have promises to keep,

18And miles to go before I sleep,

19And miles to go before I sleep.

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