Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening "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. ... The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.