# 
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


**Published by:** [daosea](https://paragraph.com/@daosea/)
**Published on:** 2022-08-05
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@daosea/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening

## Content

by Robert Frost 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.

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