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.
I just love this poem.It is so simple but so beatiful at the sme time.I read it for the first time in eight grade when we had to memprize it and recite in front of class. And than I forgot about it till couple of weeks ago when my English teacher asked us to post on our clas blog something that says alot but is simple in it's language.And this poem was first tthing that poped into my mind. I don't know for anyone else but I love this poem.And if you have never been in the woods in winter, you should it is truly beautiful.
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