Tuesday, October 23, 2007

"Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"


"Whose woods there 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 ~~~

1 comment:

Imani said...

I'll always remember this poem because I got it in my high school leaving exam, and was thrilled because I already knew it!