Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Anonymous
   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
    
5   My little horse must think it queer
   to stop without a farm house near
   between the woods annd frozen lake
   the darkest evening of the year
    
   He gives his little bells a shake
10   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
15   and miles to go before I sleep
   and miles to go before I sleep
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