Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.

by Robert Frost

Comments (451)

My 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Grimes required us to memorize a poem each month and write it down. This is the only one I remember!
What a great poem! I have tried to have my own version of this poem. May be I''ll submit it someday! !
This is a haunting, beautiful poem that transcends the deceptive simplicity of its language. When studied, rhyme patterns and word patterns emerge, and they are admirable in themselves, but overall, it's the mood that stays with the reader and plays out like music or painting.
Hauntingly beautiful and poignant.
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