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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


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.

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”


Wishing you and yours a warm and happy holiday. See you in the New Year!
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