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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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's 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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ladyofsalzburg
Feb. 11th, 2011 09:35 pm (UTC)
I do not know that... but I shall have to seek it out now. It is a lovely poem but I can never remember it. The last lines were quoted on an episode of Criminal Minds so it made me seek out the rest of it. xx
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