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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. 
        
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Poem ID: 76524   Poem Posted: 4/5/2004
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