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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Nice song
Lovely poem
This is a very special poem to me. It was my late Mother's favorite. We would sit with a glass of wine and read it together several times. I read this poem many times a year and think of her. In a strange way, she is like sitting next to me.
Nice inspiration poem. I send this song in English recitation and got first prize in it
I love this poem
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