Poetry - Robert Frost

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Robert Frost

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.


Anonymous said...

Love this poem. Thanks, Vonnie.

Joanne Sher said...

A fave of mine too! :)

Poetry of the Day said...

i love robert frost. he is a great poet, i have featured on of his works on my blog

- <3 Famous Poetry about life

Laury said...

I've never read this poem before. Thanks for sharing, Vonnie.


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