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Saturday, November 20, 2010

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

This is one of my favorite poems. 
I used to read it when I was little with pictures only from my own imagination; after Matthew was born, I would read it to him from a beautifully illustrated edition...

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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