Definitely one of my all-time favorite poems.
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.
- Robert Frost
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My Favorite Poems
PoetryFrom Robert Frost to Shakespeare, from daffodils to The Cremation of Sam McGee, this book is a collection of some of the greatest, loveliest, funniest, and just most beautifulist poems (in my opinion) ever written. Enjoy. I designed the cover and @S...
