Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening

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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.

The woods are lovely, dark and deepBut I have promises to keepAnd miles to go before I sleepAnd miles to go before I sleep

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*I think everyone who loves Robert Frost, loves him for this masterpiece*I dunno if the poem work with everyone as me

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*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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