- 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.
may 15 2013 ∞
apr 2 2014 +
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