BLACK BART Posted December 22, 2020 Report Share Posted December 22, 2020 Whose woods these are I think I know, His house is in the vilage 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. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost (1874-1963) 12 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Catherine Posted December 22, 2020 Report Share Posted December 22, 2020 I've always loved this one. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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