Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

 

 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening  By  Robert Frost (Source TN Textbook)

 

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 fi ll 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 fl ake.

 

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.