A Poem by Robert Frost

12.01.2014

     Hello readers! This poem was shared with me awhile back, and since it's now winter, I figured it would be appropriate to share it with all of you as well. If you know of any other good winter or holiday poems, please comment them below, or share them with me via my Google Plus profile page. Have a great day, and keep on reading!

- The Soup Chef

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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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