Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in th=
e 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 fa=
rmhouse 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 w=
oods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And mile=
s to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~~
Dr Bob=
Griffin
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