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

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Very insiering
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The line is “he will not mind me stopping here”, not “he will not see me stopping here”. Big difference!
About the audio... She misread " though" as if it were a part of the third line rather than the second. Seems pretty obvious when you look at the punctuation and word placement. What a beautiful voice she has, though. The poem ain't half bad, either! (You didn't affix the " though" to the second sentence there, did you? Of course not.)
ahhh, one of my favorites! Robert Frost is such a great poet and plus I love this song b/c I sang this with my school choir 2 years ago. Still remember the melody! Love it! like if you agree! !
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