Stopping+by+Woods+on+a+Snowy+Evening

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house in in the village, though; He will not see me standing 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.

Frost, Robert. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." //Elements of Literature Fourth Course.// Ed. Kylene Beers and Lee Odell. Austin, TX: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 2007. 510.