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.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
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Perfect. Thank you for printing the poem.
Cute!
Beautiful poem. I love it!!
that's a cool poem.I love it!
I've always loved this poem. Thanks for posting it and pretty photo. Merry Christmas!
Beautiful poem. Thank you for putting it here.
I've always loved this poem! The picture goes with it perfectly. How sweet...
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