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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - stopping, woods

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it

To stop without a farmhouse

Between the woods and frozen

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the

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.

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Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published i…

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