Stopping by wood on a snowy evening
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Whose woods these are Ithink I know
His house is in the village though,
He wiil 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 a 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
His house is in the village though,
He wiil 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 a 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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