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 (309)

It is a poem I come back to time and again.
what does the poet made the promise.. was it to a loved one or to himself? hmmm! ?
And miles to go before I sleep. A rare poem feeding the mind with immense love for life's journey.
Really, this poem is very nice. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem. 10+++++
A brilliantly written poem. Thanks poet for sharing this lovely poem.
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