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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, Poem By : Robert Frost

Boherboy woods and landscape, Cloneen. County Tipperary
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Who’s 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 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.

And miles to go before I sleep.
And me with a promises to keep!