Stopping+by+Woods+on+a+Snowy+Evening+BY+ROBERT+FROST

= 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, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #505050; display: block; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;">And miles to go before I sleep.