"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.
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.
- Robert Frost, 1923
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Merry Christmas, Kristen!
ReplyDeleteRobert Frost. Perfect. Have a wonderful day, Kristen. Happy holidays to you and your family.
ReplyDeleteThis is my most favorite poem. Ever. I memorized it when I was first learning about poetry...
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Kristen :) Hope you're having a wonderful time with your family!
Merry Christmas! I hope you had a wonderful, special day!
ReplyDeleteA favorite poem. A beautiful picture. Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite poems. Thanks for letting me enjoy it all over again. Hope you had a merry Christmas!
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