en-de  Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Easy
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by Robert Frost.
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This poem was written in 1922, and first published in 1923 in the book New Hampshire.
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Whose woods these are I think I know,.
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His house is in the village, though;.
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He will not see me stopping here.
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To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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My little horse must think it queer,.
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To stop without a farmhouse near.
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Between the woods and frozen lake.
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The darkest evening of the year.
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He gives his harness bells a shake,.
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To ask if there is some mistake.
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The only other sound's the sweep,.
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Of easy wind and downy flake.
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep,.
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But I have promises to keep,.
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And miles to go before I sleep,.
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And miles to go before I sleep.
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by anitafunny 1 month, 1 week ago

One of the most tender poems by Robert Frost; Nice to read when you sit in a warm room and look at a frosty landscape with lots of snow;))

by bf2010 1 month, 1 week ago

https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Stopping_by_Woods_on_a_Snowy_Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening  (1923).

by Robert Frost.

This poem was written in 1922, and first published in 1923 in the book New Hampshire.

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.