“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 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.
New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes (1923)
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Many thanks for the lovely post…as always , I LOVE the poem , always a favorite. I also loved the wonderful list of COZY BLOGS and have had such fun tonight ..going through some of them. They calmed me down..and made me so grateful to share life..and just rejoice in the talented women running them, you , among them. Thank you from my heart , and I shall spend part of my day tomorrow, having fun looking at more. I am becoming inspired to start my own blog….. Thank you for all you do on here.. you are amazing. God Bless you, Merri