Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

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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.

The little horse much 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 and 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

I remember reading this poem for the first time long, long ago (I was six!) and thinking that it was hauntingly beautiful.  I still feel that way whenever I read it, especially that final stanza....