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