STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
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 the frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and dawny 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.
*I think everyone who loves Robert Frost, loves him for this masterpiece*
I dunno if the poem work with everyone as me. This poem always made me love my responsibilities and inspired me to enjoy my works beyond everything
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Happy winter! ✨
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Ten Million Fireflies
Poetryit's a collection of all my favourite poems and Verses of Robert Frost, my favourite poet. I was thinking of keeping them together in a diary or something. and then I remembered there's wattpad to keep them and share with others. so here you go...