This has always been a favorite of mine.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by 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's 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's 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.
2 comments:
jay, thanks for this lovely little time out in the middle of the holiday madness.
One of my favorites,too. I remember seeing and hearing Robert Frost on JFK's Inauguration Day. It was "frosty" that day (owww).
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