Monday, December 26, 2011

Woods On a Snowy Evening

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost published in 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."


3 comments:

  1. Gorgeous poem! Happy day after Christmas to you! God bless!

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