Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Poem: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Yesterday we got (I hope) our last snow of the season.  While it's cold outside, the snow is welcome in that is brightens up the otherwise dreary landscape.  (I'm big on light and bright.)   In honor of the snow, I'm sharing a classic poem.

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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