Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening/ Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost 

Photo: quantabeh

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 5 

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. 10 

The only other sounds 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, 15

And miles to go before I sleep.